The filth of our underlings
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Shall never nourish me completely
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Our knowledge is bending our brainwaves congealing
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Force feed thge piety that humans are bleeding
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Silk purse from a sows ear is what I'm knitting Nourishing off the fat of our rendering
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Hail to our underlings
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Our destinies embraced
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Surrender unto our abysmal weight
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Toiling away
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Collapsing into a servile state
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Mouth of komodo shall harbour our healing
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Poisons the serum as our sores are revealing
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Hang nerves to dry to dampen the feeling
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Rendering for self-symbiotic feeding
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Hail to our underlings
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Who knows not to fight
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Peel back the scabs to blind them all with light
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The filth of our underings
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Shall never nourish me completely
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The Filfth Of Our Underlings
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