| These bastards never die
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| They just slip and crawl through the fallout filth
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| Not one will deny
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| The hairless apes achieved what their god designed
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| As they wake from seventeen years entombed
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| Dawn of the Necrocene arrived
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| Spawn of nuclear waste
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| Unearthed from ashes they arise
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| Offal of Earth expelled
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| Cast right out from her festering wounds
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| Arc of time beset
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| This cadaveric discreation
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| Rise above, the archetype of man
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| A septic race is born
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| Bleed and purge, a lesson never learned
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| Like black, hissing roaches
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| They always come back
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| They always come back again
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| Carved out from ice
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| Parasites of neo-Neolithic age
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| Dregs of pestilence
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| Children of the aftermath
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| Rise above, the archetype of man
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| A septic race is born
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| Bleed and purge, a lesson never learned
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| Like black, hissing roaches
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| They always come back
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| They always come back again
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| Cryptic life forms and crumbling icons
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| Ancestors, infected
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| They spread like viral fire
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| Embalming, dissolving
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| The meek inherit nothing
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| Scumrot humans storming over arctic deserts
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| A brave new world to conquer
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| And spread their seeds in virgin waste, end all
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| Spiral out their dead-end lives as carrion calls echo on
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| Acid fields, rivers of tar, endlessly
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| They always come back
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| They always come back again |