Like an irrational being moved by something low,
It stands before its peers purely.
Spreading like a virus in the land,
It kills life with just one hand.
Look at yourself and see what you're made of.
Look at yourself and see what are you,
Our mother doesn't need you!
Sitting on a same territory and fighting for space.
Destroying everything it sees
And raping its kins and lands
Our mother doesn't need you
We are nothing less than a disease
Fighting and killing for space and hate
Nothing else will matter when we burn in our own flames
Nothing will matter when we see it burning our souls
Look at yourself and see what you're made of.
Look at yourself and see what are you,
Our mother doesn't need you!
Sitting on a same territory and fighting for space.
Destroying everything it sees
And raping its kins and lands.
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