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INCUBATOR
MCGILLROY THE HOUSEFLY |
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(Song Has No Name)
Look around in our little paradise
Taste the innocent fruit
I'll bomb your brain away
There's power of technology
Which'll guard your human way
God is dead - Jesus crucified
And the pope will burn
On his gallow tonight
I can't believe this shocking truth
Can't look around - Can't open eyes
So taste just the freedom of
An forbidden youth
Everyday I walked through the streets
Bones instead of trees
Blood instead of water
A land which keeps on smiling
In the end of the book
Nobody wants to speak your dirty
Language
Nobody wants to hear your sadistic
Message
Questions build up - Never answered
More than just your god can see
So let's creep in the graves of our
Brothers and sisters
To forget an evil culture
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