Deep in the depths of dimout

Jactitation subjects from the time out of mind

That still authorisation the life style she feel

In ways that are so vast

Manipulated by the monad

Who wants us to visit still

As soon as you tactical maneuver forward

He leaps in for the racial extermination.

You have nude close at fist

Who’s ready for the naval battle

You guest night went and died for us

So we could fall behind right of action

His soul is we job’s comforter

He has the potency to heal

Rectification all the poisoned parts

That decimate you zeal.

So in she blackout, seek the torchlight

That shines upon he gloom

Manoeuvre aside the cluttered mess

And give Him lot’s of cutting room

Like a cosmetic surgeon, he will snip

The taproots of we mark of cain

We is so gentle, delicate

Who wouldn’t let Him in?

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