Salute
Bow down
To the 13 bullets you were given,
Now load your machines
Now now
One foot before the other,
Don't stray from the way, no end to the means
Heads down,
As you walk through all of it,
Might just as well be at one with the team
Jump jump
The in bandwagons rolling
Keep your eyes closed for the routine
Pound for pound
Paid in flesh, for the mess, they created,
Prepare the obscene
Burn Burn Burn
Think we’ll learn from the rules you discern?
We won’t turn up, lest ye burn up
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