| Tentacles of light spread the disease
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| The final conquest starts from here
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| Like fingernails carving the nothing out
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| Our minister is blind, in spinning webs of lies he cries
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| Solution leads to emptiness
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| Depths are forbidden while
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| Surface swallowed the world
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| -Procession of shame-
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| Obey — To a world in pain
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| Obey — To the new code
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| Obey — To what’s left to entertain
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| Flesh tunrs into dirt
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| God knows no other sacrament
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| Radioactive lashes to swallow the eyes
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| Free to conquer, free to use, we plead for more
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| Bludgeoned into addiction, reflecting nothing on the surface
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| A timeless
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| Anthem is our jingle
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| Marching in line, concrete boxes await
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| The code that shows a linear path
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| A timeless
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| Anthem is our jingle
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| The obeisance code
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| Banned be the wanderer, line of ghosts leading to nowhere
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| Curse our state of trance
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| Entrenched in our cult
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| Upon our frontal lobe
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| Transmission has no end
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| A ruthless monarchy
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| Their white impulse’s too bright to see
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| The torn and the-sun-that-weep
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| Languages of the worms
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| Soon to come and conquer
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| Feasting on blood
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| Feasting on mankind |