There is no law, in this unlikely promised land
There is no love, except the wringing of our hands
As we stand by, and watch your television ad
I don't know why, but I'm feeling like I have no other choice
I can only hear your voice
I got no food, but I've got everything to eat
It makes no sense, that we can still be so hungry
I just want more, and though I haven't any need
You give me more, just to satiate your greedy appetite
And there ain't no end in sight
UNDERTAKER, rush me to my maker
You've been scheming on my life since I was born
Take me under, where dreams are torn asunder
Line your pretty little pockets with my soul
You bleed me dry, with all the things that I demand
I dry my eyes, with dollar bills and desert sand
I drill away, to find the body of a man
Who didn't know, that he would never understand his own desire
And it consumes him like a fire
UNDERTAKER....
I hear your voice, just like an echo in my brain
I hear the sound, of an unstoppable train
I'm either on it, or I'm tied there to the track
But I've made my choice, and it's there that I'll remain until I die
Won't be long now, by and by
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