| To the desillusion of life
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| You loved us but we betrayed
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| Your reliance in coming by
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| Through you as a misanthrope of trumpery
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| Unwittingly how to leave
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| Still to human to overthrow
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| All those pleasant years of hatred
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| Hypocondriac rapture to our ego’s firmament
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| To confess you in evil
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| Words have an imprecise shape
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| Images should alas stay sharp
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| Obsessed by our own world
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| We have lost our existance
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| The song of songs
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| Hyms of canticles
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| The office’s epilogue
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| The birth of our neo-testament
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| To the desenchantment of the world
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| Join the hypochondrium forces
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| Stronger than ever and still unvanquished
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| Raise the misanthropist hate’s torches
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| Hypochondrium forces
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| The song of songs
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| Hyms of canticles
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| The office’s epilogue
|
| The birth of our neo-testament
|
| To the desenchantment of the world
|
| Join the hypochondrium forces
|
| Stronger than ever and still unvanquished
|
| Raise the misanthropist hate’s torches
|
| To the desenchantment of the world
|
| Join the hypochondrium forces
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| Stronger than ever and still unvanquished
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| Raise the misanthropist hate’s torches |