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Behind all the empty the city's a painted whore.
A with a concrete womb for the zombie horde.
Juices from the flesh of the living are to sewers.
If we gave thoughts, they are harnessed to the hive.

of gods
Where's the lightning, the thunder?
Messenger of
Where's the word and the fire?
Ooh! Where is the of gods?
We a messenger of gods.

In here just 1. absolutely nothing.
The know you, your face and your life.
Death, escape, that's why have fences.
Go read your e-mails. Junk to junkies.

of gods.