| You’re free from your womb now
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| But this maternity ward is a feeding ground
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| Don’t look back for ages
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| Your mother’s toothy smile can smell you for miles
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| You too will eat your young
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| You too will eat your young
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| Consume all that crosses your path
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| Each morsel may be your last
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| Never cling like the remora
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| To those who’ve spawned you in the past
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| You too will eat your young
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| When there’s only enough for one
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| In times of need this must be done
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| From womb to gut it has begun
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| Eat your young
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| The songs of giants lure you
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| Their scents of gluttony tempt you
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| The songs of giants lure you
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| Will you follow?
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| Their scents of gluttony tempt you
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| Will you follow?
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| Energy is precious and the journey long
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| Feed now and breed again
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| The birth is food
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| Now feed on
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| Tides pull and convince
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| Their direction is the best
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| Waves hide all that lies
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| Well beyond their crest
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| You too will eat your young
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| From womb to gut it has begun
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| Eat your young |