| I try to assert myself, I seek to dominate
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| The end justifies the means, I will be merciless
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| I hold the ability to destroy, I have the power to kill
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| The end justifies the means, I will design some disease
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| What’s a nation, what’s a continent?
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| What’s a fellow, what is a people? |
| …Nothing but livestock
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| What is ethics, what’s morality?
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| What’s altruism, what’s humanism? |
| …Nothing but sterile thoughts
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| There’s no struggle
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| No resistance
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| No guerrillas
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| Just illusions
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| There’s no peace
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| No negotiation
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| No mediation
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| Just a hidden genocide
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| This underdeveloped continent, deserved only one thing
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| To die in despicable ways, and leave me its wealth
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| Imagine a virus, and people degenerating
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| Over three generations, imagine a virus
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| Crude physical and mental alterations
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| Your behavior deteriorating, your instincts more debase
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| Your eating habits changing, you will fading out
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| All that makes you human disappearing, you’re turning into a pig
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| Your face’s shaping your background
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| To gorge yourself and laze around, suce are your motivations
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| Man’s caricature, even your pride gets lost
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| In the gaping bodies of your ripped open brothers |