| Bombs dropped and the victims are just expendables
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| In war of the high casts no price of the life
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| You’ll stop at nothing, but nothing will change
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| Human will be parasite
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| The neoplasm once emerged in here
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| But self-destruct waits ahead
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| This is destination of doomed specimens
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| Ordained to the aim of obscurity
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| Where is the meaning of your slaughtery
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| When hands are paled in blood
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| Life is so frail and transient form
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| To spend it all in carnage
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| Enforce ideals for your submission
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| Are forced to keep bird in cage
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| The key in hands of your overlord
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| And collar keeping neck hard
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| This is destination of doomed specimens
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| Ordained to the aim of obscurity
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| No more light in here, I see the bitter end
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| This is just so real, the price is high, but this place is damned
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| I know one time I’ll face you again, never to lose and scream up to the skies
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| But this is just fiction and inner reassurance
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| You’ll stop at nothing, but nothing will change
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| Human will be parasite
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| The neoplasm once emerged in here
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| But self-destruct waits ahead
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| Where is the meaning of your slaughtery
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| When hands are paled in blood
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| Life is so frail and transient form
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| To spend it all in carnage |