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The instinct of survival's laid to rest |
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The lives of those we loved'd burnt down the spiral |
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The world we knew's no longer a world for us |
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Emptiness of a living thing |
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Hate in oblivion, charity in stress |
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All exits open |
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No child's to be born |
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No life's to be revived |
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No feeling's to be felt |
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Enter chaos of this zero hour |
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Climb up these (cyclopean) towers ...and murder your dreams |
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Slaughter the loser |
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Unbreak the chains of compassion ... and face the bette world |
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A world of no human intervention |
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New and improved ... our dominions perished... |
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Pain's no longer a pain |
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Suffering's no longer a suffering |
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Both are just perfect joy |
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A little bit of torture |
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A little bit of hatred ... and the picture's complete |
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Tellus eliminated |
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Dreams all broken |
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The aftermath thunders our |
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Monument of egodrama |
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We're all alone |
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Obscurity's in progress |
