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Now this is getting serious

They would live in a world with no beat.
No music – no tapping of feet.
All the instruments burn.
All those lyrics unlearn.
It’s an image of terror complete.

Keep on killing – we’re safe in our beds,
But it’s silence the western world dreads.
Bring the world to its knees,
Hack and slice as you please,
But don’t mess with the tunes in our heads.