Do we need another bastard nation...
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another force-fed disgust
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Do we need another bastard nation...
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aiming at us clinically
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Like an insect-swarm
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towards the shapeless mouth
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of a dead whore
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We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light
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arising from melted mass
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We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light
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taking invincible shape
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to standing ovation
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Repossessing night and her hand's godly touch
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The unbearable feeling of hitting that
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dark wall is a scene that must come to an end
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Eartly decay in front of our eyes
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Now, now it's killing for a living
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No more repined bastard nation
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A generous gesture to a people so blind
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No more repined bastard nation
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fumbling, descending, away from the light
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It takes a non-poisoned creature
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to withstand a monster that has grown and spawned,
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a darkness, I can not tolerate
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A darkness we must bury
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Do they feel, do they absorb our pain...
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the search to justify one truth
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Do they feel, do they absorb our pain...
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the greater understanding
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It takes a non-poisoned creature
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to defeat and destroy THAT monster,
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that has grown and spawned
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a darkness, a darkness we can not tolerate
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Repined Bastard Nation
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Satyricon |