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nothing awaits us in this life
before we started the harvest
seven fat years passed

like dogs
we wait for crumbs
from the table
but every dog knows how to bite

only thunder and hail
locust and flies
water turns into blood
all that is left for us

the seven years of hunger
the ten plagues
we are the lost decade

seven years of hunger
ten fucking plagues
we are nothing
but a lost decade

nothing awaits us in this life
thunder and hail
locusts and flies
this is all that's left for us

it doesnt matter what we think
it doesn't matter what we feel
our fate is sealed

Seven years of hunger
ten fucking plagues
we are nothing more
than another lost decade

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