| Admiration of anger.
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| The prebirth, no remorse the sight of hate for the lack of fear.
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| It must be our will.
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| Bounding, sail for me, down to a world below.
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| Clawing at the sun maybe understood.
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| Super within.
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| We’re coming for you.
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| It sets it, it releases ourselves.
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| Tomorrow, filled with deprivatization.
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| Awake the full animal unleash the devotion of our kin breathed to be.
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| Drums they fill the air.
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| Ripped apart.
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| The beast tears the earth in half, after all.
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| Four feet of ribbon.
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| Rises from the mountain here I am, suffering.
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| Clawing at the sun, coming for you. |