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Would you like to become dante's companion in his grim cathode Following our tunnels to our subterranean covert foundation? This concrete shelter is our nest now A beautiful vase without a flower We left above us a dark minefield Seeded with the shattered limbs of yesterday The electric fire is the breath of our god And its murmuring sound, damnation We are hostages with no escaping pod to return to our home Radioactive Pretending there is nothing to regret No monster in the closet to haunt us for the errors of our Fathers We left above us a minefield Seeded with the shattered limbs of yesterday It is our gift for the cockroaches An infrared place to lay their little eggs Radioactive