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
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...and murder your dreams
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Slaughter the loser
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Unbreak the chains of compassion
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... and face the bette world
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A world of no human intervention
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New and improved
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... 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
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... 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
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Obscurity In Progress
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Rossomahaar |