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The Womb

๐Ÿ‘ค A Cold Dead Body โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Harvest Years โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:34
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โฑ๏ธ 4:34 duration
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I eat my own shit to survive
In this landscape of feelings
Bred by one lie.
Inside ourselves, inside ourselves,
In our veins, in our minds.

The eye above the situations:
What to see is technology,
Let's fuck with robots!
The machines...
Let's pray the new God!
Let's feel the new slavery.
We cry through webcams,
We live through cables,
Our bodies are just pornography.

Let's fuck the robots!
Let's fuck with machines!
Let's pray the new God!
Let's feel the new slavery.
We cry through webcams,
We live through cables,
Our thoughts are just illusions to survive.

(Feed us through your womb.)

Days are all based on drugs
We don't know how to avoid,
'cause we cannot estimate
The danger we need to survive!
All the crimes we have done,
All the knives that we have owned,
All the lives that we have spent,
Choosing a way to escape.

To the Everything lying above us:
"Feed us through Your Womb!".

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