The 13th the final run
The head will roll
The body will be gone
Buried for good
The blood banks
Sucking up the blood
Storing it up for their own
Until the people find
There are nothing left
For them to go living
The river seems to dry up
The fishes begging for water
The people begging for salvation
As the wealth seems to disappear
The economy will be colonized..
If we don't change ourselves
The 13th the final run
Wither the change or losing it
The scenes will be changed
The people have to decide
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