| With three of the four fiends in chains, the Basilisk prepares the monstrous
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| mezmetronic mind-control machine for its inaugural transmission to the
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| unwitting dupes of Creepsylvania. |
| As the final test before a worldwide
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| broadcast nears, he reflects on small achievements through history…
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| Morning of the Mezmetron
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| We were there in the palace square
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| When the Pharoahs took their thrones
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| We whispered lies into Caesar’s ear
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| And our knives cut to the bone
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| We raised a temple for Solomon
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| And we made damn sure it fell
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| And when that charlatan was crucified
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| We wrote his story well
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| Gaze at the unblinking eye
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| Watch as your consciousness dies
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| And welcome the new order’s dawn
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| Tremble in awe of the Mezmetron
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| Emperors and Presidents
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| Have fallen to our blades
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| Weaving spiders are ensnared
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| In the webs that they have made
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| Guiding hands, overlords
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| Call us what you will
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| We are the authors of the prophecy
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| And we shall see that it’s fulfilled
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| Solo Digestor
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| Sleep, Sleep
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| Now the final act begins
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| It’s the end of all mankind
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| No more hatred, no more fear
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| No reason for a mind
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| Sit and watch the Mezmetron
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| And you’ll feel yourself go numb
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| You begged for this, you prayed for it
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| And now your day has come |