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Morbid Utopia

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Morbid Utopia

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Your dreams

Of equality

And justice

Our morbid utopia

You can't accept

Our supremacy

So you hide

Behind the lies

Morbid utopia

We are the ones

You can't hide

You can only obey

Obey or die

We are the injustice

We are the masters of the future

Fruity gardens of life

Transforming to depths of Hell

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