Repeating the process, fortune fucks me
Repeating the nonsense, always blinded
Repeating the constant, it’s the same old
Repeating this process, were forever, habitual rodents
Time is creeping in, here we fucking go
The hands of fate remind us, we are not alone
The stench of the city makes us sick
This infinite wasteland drives us wild
The depths of the oceans spells disease
The craters of hell have opened up
Repeating the process, fortune fucks me
The stench of the city makes us sick
This infinite wasteland drives us wild
The depths of the oceans spells disease
The craters of hell have opened up
Repeating this nonsense, always blinded
Time is creeping in, here we fucking go
The hands of fate remind us, we are not alone
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