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Deny it, deny it
Let it all blow over, just deny it
Spit into the face of God
If that does any good
Know your days are numbered
No one's safe out of the woods
Death is in the garden
Infection starts to bloom
The plague is bigger than your fate
And no one is immune
When the sickness hit Iran
The city tried to hide it
The plague arrived so suddenly
But time would not abide it
Rats were dropping down like flies
Town elders said, "Just ride it
Ride it out like a storm"
The lies could not disguise it
When sickness comes to steal your life
Each victim's unaware
The plague appears just like a war
You're always unprepared
Get ready, people get ready
Now there's no escape, better get ready
Dying's now your only proof
As fever melts the sun
Find yourself among the dead
There's no place left to run
It never knocks upon your door
It never makes a sound
Moving quietly like a cat
The plague has finally come
Point your eyes toward the sky
The sky's a broken wing
The plague is swooping down like bees
You can't avoid its sting
The sick are melting into shades
Like shadows in the sun
Swelling mounds on barren hills cry
"Give me Iran, done"
They closed the road, they locked the gates
No one's allowed to leave
The one good thing about the dead
They keep each other company
I deny it, just deny it
Let it all blow over, just deny it
Spit into the face of God
If that does any good
Know your days are numbered
No one's safe out of the woods
Death is in the garden
Infection starts to bloom
The plague is bigger than your fate
And no one is immune
They're dancing on the desert floor
God leading the Devil
Death, he loves a vacuum life
The living hate the shovel
When Death shows you its crooked grin
God will not ask why
Death extends its bony hand
While God just waves goodbye
Fear is worse than death itself
I know you will agree
Better to die upon your feet
Than die upon your knees
Get ready, people get ready
Now there's no escape, better get ready
Dying's now your only proof
As your fever melts the sun
Find yourself among the dead
There's no place left to run
It never knocks upon your door
It never makes a sound
Moving quietly like a cat
The plague has finally come
Moving quietly like a cat
The plague has finally come