| Aftermath of this carnage
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| We concede to this primitive world
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| Underground shelters produced
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| Concealed society 'Reduced'
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| Trying to decipher codes to escape
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| Vaults are guarded by venomous threats
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| If you leave you will perish
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| The age will tell you when you are free
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| Genocide
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| A planned procedure eliminating human life
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| Suffering
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| From this torture rooted back to savage times
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| A past adoration, a skillful creation
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| Harvesting circles of life
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| The negative matter concealed in the slaughter
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| Streets are teeming mutant pools
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| Feet ever thrumming overhead
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| Scrabble voraciously for food
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| Concealed society subdued
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| World above is recast in fire
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| Caverns beneath redressed in dread
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| Watch the shadowed tunnel mouths
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| Listen for the echoed screams
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| Genocide
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| A planned procedure eliminating human life
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| Suffering
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| A form of torture rooted back to savage times
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| A past adoration, a skillful creation
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| Harvesting circles of life
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| The negative matter concealed in the slaughter
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| After the bomb we will wait six hundred years
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| Genocide
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| A planned procedure eliminating human life
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| Suffering
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| From this torture rooted back to savage times
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| A language not spoken
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| For millions of years
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| Emerging from rubble and stone
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| The courage will resist
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| Against the crong who oppose
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| A culture that once was proclaimed dead
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| Is rising against it’s supreme
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| The image of torture is burned in their mind
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| Reclaim what was taken from them
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| A past adoration, a skillful creation
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| Harvesting circles of life
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| The negative matter concealed in the slaughter
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| After the bomb we will wait six hundred years
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| At brink of extinction we fight to survive
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| Whatever is left on this dry desert land
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| You have no choice but to kill or be killed
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| There is no time when your death comes at will |