| Parasitic intergalactic savages
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| Will land here in 2033
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| Heaven destroyed your planets before
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| The star force came to feed
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| I saw my brother devoured
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| A river of blood when it tore off his head
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| Of healthy organites, a system for harvesting human flesh
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| Plug me into the feeding machine
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| Ten in a pen pressed against me
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| Cut out my tongue so that I can’t scream
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| There’s meat, there’s meat on me
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| Antibiotics keep me alive
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| Now that everyone I love has died
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| Hang me up and strip me clean
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| There’s meat, there’s meat on me
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| You’ve heard stories about the free ones
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| The few who escape the alien’s grip
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| Living underground in star cities
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| In the deep and dark they resist
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| But I don’t know if I believe it
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| When they caught me there weren’t many left
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| They only force us to breed in here
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| I just hope they kill me quick
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| Plug me into the feeding machine
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| Ten in a pen pressed against me
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| Cut out my tongue so that I can’t scream
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| There’s meat, there’s meat on me
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| Antibiotics keep me alive
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| Now that everyone I love has died
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| Hang me up and strip me clean
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| There’s meat, there’s meat on me
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| In light of the sick to maximize efficiency
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| Approach the back into our feed for optimal delivery
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| Right here in the slaughterhouse screams
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| Around the killing floor
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| And I hope to chase my adrenaline
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| Soak up my pus-filled sores
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| Plug me into the feeding machine
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| Ten in a pen pressed against me
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| Cut out my tongue so that I can’t scream
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| There’s meat, there’s meat on me
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| Wrap me up in cellophane
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| Labeled «organic», label me grade A
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| My tendon is cut between your teeth
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| There’s meat, there’s meat on me
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| There’s meat, there’s meat on me
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| There’s meat, there’s meat on me
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| There’s meat, there’s meat on me
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| There’s meat, there’s meat on me |