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Strange,
Remains of an unknown race
Skulls with conical shape
A map of outer space
The place where they were based
Colored flying machines
Scaphander figurines
Helmets with UV shield
Correlation denied
Artefact
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Dans un fluide, je voyage
Cherchant l'hote, le passage
Puis je fixe l'amarrage
Et m'abreuve jusqu'a l'ame
Rien ne sert de resister
Tu combats, mais de l'interieur
Quelque chose doit mourir
Pour qu'un jour, quelque part
Je revienne a la vie
Corps Etranger
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Stepped out for a smoke
Sun's down, set on cold
Weird thoughts have to go away
Torments to evacuate
Dark side of doomed life
Winter never dies
Black ice, dead end sky
Deep eyes, look inside
Empathy for the enemy
Empathy For The Enemy
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One scene of crime, corrupted sci
The job inside, all lies denied
One drop will make you think
One sip and then you'll sink
A madness being restrained
The fear to turn insane
The windows shine, daylight defined
Gamma ray tides, the curves of time
One shot will give you strength
Kaleidos
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I kept running in the woods
As fast as the ancients could
Could not fight these kinds of beasts
Who live for gigantic feasts
I don't want 'em to cut my hair
My strength would fall from my head
Changing the way I speak
Until I'm becoming weak
We'll be reborn (Kluskap O'Kom! )
Kluskap O'Kom
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Wake up and fall into dementia!
External clash from all around
My spirit surges from underground
Red blooded eyes, all becomes real
I'm coming out, from dead asleep
Pressurized, panic hype
Sickening cold
Indisposed soul
Mechanical Mind
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Rise up, speak loud
Move on, scream, shout
Protest, about
Whatever bullshi you're ashamed of
Lined up, stand strong
Gasmask hoods on
Contest what's wrong
Whoever scapegoat you can think of
Resistance
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Auto-creation crash
Viruses spreading fast
Cyber-protection failed
All safety shields disengaged
Corporate dissolutions
Institute disillusions
Toxic assets, unstable
All system trust disabled
Target Earth
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I'm still standing, thousands of years old
The wind is whistling on black deserts of coal
The ruins are waiting for invading souls
Vestige of glory, buried in a vault
Wasteland legacy, history carved on walls
Tragic destiny, wounds of ancient wars
Horizon detonates, birds fall from the sky
Fatal morning rays and death forever last
Warchaic
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