1000 centuries to this evil;
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1000 centuries to this evil;
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1000 centuries to this evil;
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How can this be imagined?
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Well, how can this be imagined?
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Gouge out my eyes to make it easier.
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So that it becomes easier.
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It tears out freedom with meat -
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This is according to the stories of those who did not die immediately.
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It's a plague, it's an infection!
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This is not the end, this is the beginning of the collapse!
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On the blue-blue planet they smear themselves
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A greasy layer of ugly biomass.
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Only flies here will die in ecstasy,
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Only flour - and no euthanasia.
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Heads of exotic organisms
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They are aesthetically strung on the phalanges of the fingers.
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Mass sacrifice in vain -
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The party is moving towards cannibalism.
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It will not disdain its juicy meat,
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Quietly he will cut himself into pieces.
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With heat, with a crack, teeth exposing the abyss.
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Eagerly to crack the ins and outs of his whole abomination.
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And the chance to stay alive is tiny,
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Yes, and there is no reason to stay alive.
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And he will take out a knife from his bosom -
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Harvest cartilage and sugar bones.
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And you, nothingness - will be eaten,
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No matter how strong your shell is;
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And with a crunch, like mussel shells
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The breasts open so deliciously.
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All-consuming horror barefoot.
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To pasture the Xenomorph he knits in a knot.
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Shrike from Hyperion is just a sucker here.
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And even a poor Martian will fall into a snare.
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And how can this be imagined?
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Well, how can this be imagined?
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Gouge out my eyes to make it easier.
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This is ugly humanity.
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1000 centuries to this evil;
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1000 centuries to this evil;
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1000 centuries to this evil;
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How can this be imagined?
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Well, how can this be imagined?
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Gouge out my eyes to make it easier.
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So that it becomes easier.
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This evil is a thousand centuries old.
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In the dust of this tree of life we will be a worm.
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The apple of this planet is a whole core.
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This is by no means a Garden of Eden, now a training ground.
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After all, this evil is a thousand centuries old.
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In the dust of this tree of life we will be a worm.
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The apple of this planet is a whole core.
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This is by no means a Garden of Eden, now a training ground.
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1000 centuries to this evil;
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1000 centuries to this evil;
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1000 centuries to this evil;
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1000 centuries to this evil;
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1000 centuries to this evil;
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1000 centuries to this evil;
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1000 centuries to this evil;
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1000 centuries to this evil; |