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Artiste:
Triclops!
Titre:
Cassava
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The moment the mist revealed your disguise we knew we were poisoned you never reached, you never saw beyond the walls with your incurable disease we smell a future burned at the stake we hear voices from a nameless ghost, urging the land to become what they fear most a breeding ground for the unkempt masses a stalking ground for the chosen ones set free by the hand of their own line And you brave brave rapists say that no civilization ever fell from outside that didn't first fall from within, well let me tell you something the recipes they never faltered in an instant they cried Cassava This has begun, the task at hand will be passed on to the next sacrifice come up from the river and land on their backs skin them alive and cover their tracks no one could see this coming, not yet no one heard a sound except the twist of and hourglass turned upside down And you scared scared honkies say that this was all a big misunderstanding well this was no misunderstanding, this was a crime the recipes they never faltered in an instant they cried, Cassava and when the ground shook beneath the traitors the winds they howled Cassava Settle into foreign regions, adopt a scheme of plunder for what will come to you in the night is the child that you all bore small and vicious it will approach the camp like a victim of your heathens and when you pull the skins over your last minutes the serpents will have their revenge not for all the ships at sea, or three as an admiral takes the righteous search the mines and surface with the shakes We will never have the numbers, we cannot crack the code the viciousness comes from far and wide and never leaves the fold we leave only this behind, it is of us and it bears our mark you will never sleep, you will never find those riches you all desire we've hidden ingredients with instructions inside the seed we've planted your collapse inside the seeds we've planted your demise and when the tides they rose, and the greed had sunk, and the corpses surfaced the gods they cried, Cassava