| We are the ones you fear, breakers of your grand illusion
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| Exiled, dispossessed, your sown-seeds reaped and left abandoned
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| God-forsaken, left adrift, detritus ripped and torn asunder
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| Shunned like rodent hordes, human lives that wane and wander
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| You said, «Never again»
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| Does that keep your conscious clean?
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| We are disposable
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| The choir invisible
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| The last in line to join
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| The choir invisible
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| We flee, blight and filth, so far beyond your gates and walls
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| Nameless, namenlos, unknown, innominado, naught
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| Exiled, souls detested, so riven with abject despair
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| Blank stares, open mouths, our stifled screams you’ll never hear
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| Toss the coin, we wait our turn until the boatman calls
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| We are disposable
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| The choir invisible
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| The last in line to join
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| The choir invisible
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| Down to the afterworld
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| Sinking, we slip into the black of our briny grave
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| We die, just another tick on your news feed
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| Wailing, such a mournful sound, underneath the waves
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| Dragged into the deep
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| We are disposable
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| The choir invisible
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| The last in line to join
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| The choir invisible
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| Down to the afterworld |