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What are they these monsterous beings |
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Standing in the smog before me |
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Never before has something so alien |
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Walked this earth |
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I wonder is this dream |
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I wonder can this be reality |
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What strange behaviour |
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They just stand there |
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In their deformed grace |
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Gazing towards the sky |
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Hundreds and hundreds |
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Standing in some kind of trance |
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It's the atomkinder dance |
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Some of them are grown together |
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Like siamese twins |
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With brownish liquid dripping |
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From boils in their skin |
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Primitive in structure primitive in mind |
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One thing to live for |
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Destroy mankind |
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Stripped for feelings |
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Stripped for fear |
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Must have revenge |
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Warfare It's the children born of the atombomb |
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The children of mankind |
