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Napalm Death - vermin
The rats on this earth have nothing on you
An insult to those which crawl the sewers
Devourer, plunderer, deceptor
Sniff out a scheme and leave the scraps behind
Voracious, insatiable? A nose attuned to greed
Devourer, plunderer, deceptor
Evade all traps
and come out gnashing, snarling, gnashing, snarling!
Disguises are many
Media pawn or man on the street
They'll scavenge your emotions
and leave you diseased
They'd steal a last possession
And smile as you concede
Devourer, plunderer, deceptor
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