| Would you like to become Dante’s Companion in his grim cathode
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| Following our tunnels to our subterranean covert foundation?
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| This concrete shelter is our nest now
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| A beautiful vase without a flower
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| We left above us a dark minefield
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| Seeded with the shattered limbs of yesterday
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| The electric fire is the breath of our god
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| And it’s murmuring sound, damnation
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| We are hostages with no escaping pod to return to our home
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| Radioactive
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| Pretending there is nothing to regret
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| No monster in the closet to haunt us for the errors of our fathers
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| We left above us a minefield
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| Seeded with the shattered limbs of yesterday
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| It is our gift for the cockroaches
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| An infrared place to lay their little eggs
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| Radioactive |