歌词
Forward on!
Just go on!
Directionless rush, for close by, before
Species specific-motion
No change for equilibrium-stop!
Fetid, persistent stench of the race
Rushes in every slot
Sticking all together into a mass
I hate you!
I hate us!
You know what
I mean? **** off!
This world stigma cries out on your forehead
Anti-god prepares your own personal void
The only way to equilibrium
Kill yourself!
But…
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