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option A pulse, the demi-god
an operation, another song
amount to hover, akin to strong
oscillation, got to conservate
pack the maelstrom, i've been inside
i've got the lasers to make you die
prosthelytize the serfs and pulverize the talent merchants
start a fire, start your engines, got to force their fate
fell into my position, i put up the cash to get some
organic asphyxiation, pour gallons of acid on trolls
a puppet regime is twitching, they're fed up with all our bitching
and soon i believe there's nothing they'll be able to do to stop me
so drive, an hour later still alive, upon the plains you fall inside
the praise of pissants always tries to flip the swtich and swat the flies
a boring saturday parade, if we insist to alternate
the suffering of fools will culminate
time for polywogs to fall, jesus come and save us all
when it starts to rain little stars the demons get hard
spin, copper, spin, spin, copper, spin, and let the nightmare begin
seems like it's over for you now, you're not facing up or down
no sound is guiding us now
masters haven't aged a day, bastards always get their way
ministrate the coal and advise, for this is the last time
spin, copper, spin, spin, copper, spin, supplant some hope for the men
reserved and asked for far too much, a light switch i dared not to touch
it's time to turn it on
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