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I try to assert myself, I seek to dominate |
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The end justifies the means, I will be merciless |
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I hold the ability to destroy, I have the power to kill |
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The end justifies the means, I will design some disease |
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What's a nation, what's a continent? |
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What's a fellow, what is a people? ...Nothing but livestock |
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What is ethics, what's morality? |
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What's altruism, what's humanism? ...Nothing but sterile thoughts |
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There's no struggle |
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No resistance |
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No guerrillas |
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Just illusions |
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There's no peace |
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No negotiation |
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No mediation |
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Just a hidden genocide |
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This underdeveloped continent, deserved only one thing |
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To die in despicable ways, and leave me its wealth |
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Imagine a virus, and people degenerating |
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Over three generations, imagine a virus |
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Crude physical and mental alterations |
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Your behavior deteriorating, your instincts more debase |
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Your eating habits changing, you will fading out |
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All that makes you human disappearing, you're turning into a pig |
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Your face's shaping your background |
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To gorge yourself and laze around, suce are your motivations |
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Man's caricature, even your pride gets lost |
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In the gaping bodies of your ripped open brothers |
