| The cold chill running up into the cortex,
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| My eyes turn black with the hunger for flesh,
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| I wander around broken and aimless, smelling of death,
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| A lifeless cadaver, needing nourishment.
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| We soothe to no end a hunger that will not subside,
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| The animalistic impulse that keeps us alive.
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| The sounds of prey, fighting for life,
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| Bring me to find the soon to be pile of rotting stench.
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| Satisfaction has temporarily come over me,
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| And once it’s gone I move on towards another feed.
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| We are the foul infestation, we are resilient,
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| Soon as I bite my children live on, living as death incarnate.
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| We were conceived as a plague,
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| A cataclysmic device.
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| You will tremble in agoraphobic fear,
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| For the outside will become a place unwelcome to your kind.
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| We are the dominant species.
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| You do not have a choice,
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| I’ll come from the shadows to tear your apart.
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| We are the dominant species.
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| You do not have a choice.
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| You will become a feast, toss the scraps to the dogs
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| We are the dominant species.
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| Species.
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| We are the foul infestation, we are resilient,
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| Soon as I bite my children live on, living as death incarnate.
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| We were conceived as a plague,
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| Cataclysmic device.
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| With every passing moment my kind grows strong,
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| We only serve our primal instinct,
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| We’ve set your eyes upon you.
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| We are the dominant species.
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| We are the dominant species. |