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Tekst When it's done you might feel it's over
 But the chances are it has just begun
 If you lose you can't do it over no
 Spread your legs and give in to temptation You're a host and they crawl all over you
Try to contemplate or you will go mad
 Why this face it was never over, no
 Take a look at this cockroach heaven.. Look at all the angry ants 
move as one 
Feel the drums of million legs
 Marching on When you think that they have lost they already won We are playing with flames
 On with the ants
 They know
that Big Birth brought life Not for a reason, not like it's planned
 Taste of the season comes in a can
 Not for a reason, not like it's planned
 The taste of the season comes in a tin can... Don't tell me about anger
 I've seen many angry men...