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every day Even dead congener are helping us like to play Dig and stick Dig and stick Dig and stick Dig and stick We all dig and stick every day Down
an overpopulation of guinea pig congeners Close to the end, we just wait in noxious blood Our organism will die Fed by ourselves Like in an industrial recycled meat
fetuses Cannibal survivors A vicious circle of disease We are the last animal to kill Before annihilation We concentrate congeners Exploit their meat Cut
gargoyles on the ground. Their eyes staring up on their pebble-drooling congeners and on moss grown sculptures. Beheaded dismembered marble figures. Corroded
Are you ready to take part in this machine? Or is it just the pressure of the congener that Turns you into a soldier, fitting for battle For this
a loss and a danger? And could a young hare expect his life to be ended on this beautiful evening right by his favorite creek, among his congeners, where
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