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With a slimy material
Overloades incubators
Few days survive
No more future
Kids without hands
Degenerated generations
Product of chemical disaster
Mental blindness
Price of the evolution
Commercial society
Extracts from brain
Open abdomens
Terrible pain
Becoming exhumed
Brutality
Pungent stench around
Medical treatment was done
Proud for the results
Slowly we die
From the puluction
Beginning of the end of us
Under control
Infections
Mass graves
Lost cemeteries
Inside the cold meat box
Feeling he art of exhumed
Immortal life and hatred
Of all.
