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Everybody listen
Hosts of famished mummies crossed the Nile
Leavin' death and chaos
Walkin' corpses – Buddy get it right
They kill without frustration, blind with rage
Black death is comin', will it seal our fate
It makes a claim of bare life, hope and food
They beat us to a mummy, ain't got nothin' to lose
Yeah, you got nothin' to lose
Panic pandemonium
Not for the world stand rooted to the ground
Apologies are useless
Take a seat in any underground
Now the wheels are rolling, hear the clown
Rope ladders to the moon for sure sold out
They make a claim to your life, hope and foot
They beat us to a mummy, ain't got nothin' to lose
Get ready to run, get ready to run
No superstition gonna save your sun
Get ready to run, get ready to run
Get out of here
Get ready to run, get ready to run
No possibility to overcome
Get ready to run, get ready to run
Get out of here, we go to hell can't stop insanity
Get out!
Get ready to run, get ready to run
No superstition gonna save your sun
Get ready to run, get ready to run
Get out of here
Get ready to run, get ready to run
No possibility better make (??their??) going wrong
Get ready to run, get ready to run
Get out of here, we go to hell can't stop insanity
Get ready while the (??darken??) sends
Get ready to run
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