| He rose up from a toilet
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| Bearing gifts and bleeding from his ass
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| Inside his disinfected mausoleum
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| He scrubbed his hands and prepared for surgery
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| Inside the operating room he screamed
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| «I believe this patient is already dead»
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| The nurse’s laughter echoed through the halls
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| As the doctor lit a smoke and shook his head
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| I have discovered another flaw
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| In God’s sick invention
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| We have built a time machine
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| To travel through other dimensions
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| The mercitron engaged the patient in
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| A defenseless war against mortality
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| Angered by the latest turn of events
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| The doctor felt he should part company
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| Upon arrival on the planet Mars
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| While waiting for the mothership to come
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| Dr. Piranha and his faithful disciples
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| In orbit searched for a baboon’s heart
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| We are what we are
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| We are what we are
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| Christ clones are imprisoned
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| In slave camps on a planet of trolls
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| As coal mines and tar pits
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| Are filled with dead astronauts
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| Malpractice in the cosmos
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| The garden of stars is filled with vengeful enemies
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| Assassins and hitmen eagerly await orders
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| For research subjects to be purchased by the highest bidder
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| I will be hunted for infinity
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| Detected with a DNA radar, they’ll watch my every move
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| The voices in my head will never cease
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| Mocking me over and over and over and over again
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| We are what we are
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| We are what we are
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| Christ clones are imprisoned
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| In slave camps on a planet of trolls
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| As coal mines and tar pits
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| Are filled with dead astronauts
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| Christ clones are imprisoned
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| In slave camps on a planet of trolls
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| As coal mines and tar pits
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| Are filled with dead astronauts |