Forty Fathoms The Anti-Virus lyrics

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stop the presses! something has crawled out of this hole

our new life begins on a not so familiar note

quit running around like you own this town

before too long your face will hit the ground



BEG FOR MERCY! only our ears can hear you

BEG FOR MERCY! but its already too late



its makes no difference to me, he'll never hear your god damn plea



the thoughts of you have been few and far between


but this time around there is no cure for our disease



the times have shown they are so easily blinded

so take this for what its worth

you can think of me, when your lungs start to bleed

the image of you, tossing and turning in your sleep

tossing in your sleep

chorus



beg beg youll be begging for it