Theres a point to make That sometimes goes unheard Like the blood in your veins You often forget What we are is a species on the brink Wholl be left to pick our bones clean [Chorus] And the vultures swarm high above Ready to feed off the last of us So carve me up and hold me down Im not done speaking my mind Sacrificial lambs Lead to the slaughter We eat the shit They feed us everyday When theres one great idea amongst the rest They try their best to put it back in its place [Chorus] They said it wouldnt hurt one bit When they brought us to the brink They said it wouldnt hurt one bit Extinction, its on our minds [Chorus] Extinction, extinction, extinction, extinction
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