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Ira I'm Going to Come Out of That Brother of Sep
"There's no way that I can't make you pay for it," Roth says. "You March here With vengeance In your souls Yes And furlough in your bellies Pushed by pain and the need to make it Make the planes bleed As you have suffered For the lack of respect They all shall feel" The song ends on a high note, with an ominous warning: "I'm going to come out of that Brother of Sep."