Put your jovial masks onBe happy on the verge
It can be as colloquial as you likeA colony revolutionized on oxygen tubesSugar crystal mines extractedThe sweetness – is not there.There is no longer a coated sealantto cover the mouth of the girlfrom CherynoblLeaning against the stable her father ownsBlood pressure unstableLeaning against the stable her father ownsObliterated by..Inevitability.
Wasteland tempests storm down.Wear the oxygen masks,The bunker palace.How do you breathe?“This is why I am master, I am creation.”Apostrophe, clear and cut.Plasmid tankards, the source of power.Shower the foes. Scour the globe.The gasoline flows. Shrug the unknown, Atlas forgotten.
Ask the man beside youWhere have the brown canyons gone?Where are the jet setters and the students ofa quarantined futureI don’t see the faces anymoreThe copper hands surrounding a courtyard of welded stoneEloping until a pause of eventsThe intro deceives, I’ll tell you that muchShockers that come next are electronic lentilslatched around my neck like the hairsof an unseen tree spiderSpinecatchers -
Wherein the Game Begins.Soundtrack of carnage pervades the atmosphere.Invade, create the feared. The force therein.The ultimate sacrifice, death, the vice. Do not fall.Remixed! Matter meets mortar once again.Stop, rewind, and it all makes sense.Push it once again, creation begins anew.
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