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The poison is the thought
Which it turns to smoke
Smoke that bums
And presses all my brain

Human who hates humans
Yes, i am
Screaming, bleeding, more and more

The wood rejected present
You spit on cadaver
Grey material, destructive gun

Human who hates human
Yes, i am
Screaming, bleeding, more and more

No, don't be confused
There will be pain, but
I am not the misanthropy hulk!

Human, weeding, human, screaming!!

Listen, fear, suffer
I was bom from the river that comes poisoned
From the sun that's burning life
Your creation, your son, your slayer
And don't cry for sorrow you created
And the whispers clame for revenge
H3 comes!!

No more humans... humans

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