歌词
The planet earth about to be recycled.
Your only chance to evacuate is to leave with us
"Maybe I should have killed four, five hundred people.
Then I would have felt better.
Then I would have felt like I really offered society something."
"There is no real me: only an entity, something illusory.
And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours
and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable...
I simply am not there."
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