Our deeds of valor echoes in scheisse
The future you have dreamed of already had been raked
Accept that and lye on the snow, motionless
Do not pray, space does not call you, God is deaf
In every environment, spurring oils of industrial cycle
Just let your fucking breath go, drown
Deeper deeper and deeper down
If one does not own the future; all the worries on earth will not alter scheisse!
The greener grass is nothing but a foul, naive nocturnal emission
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