| They live beneath the ruined city, call the subways home
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| Anxiously wait to see the sun, and a land as of yet unknown
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| Gone below to escape the death of the nuclear winter
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| Ice and darkness, due penance for the sinners
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| Six generations, two hundred years later
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| Their ancestors crawl from their holes
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| Struggling, frightened and barely surviving
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| They’re tired of living like moles
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| Up on the surface, a fate worse than dying
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| Meeting the end of the food chain
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| Teeth yielding pain
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| Aaah!
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| Mmm… I sense that living human beings dwell below my feet
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| An important source of protein, you are what you eat
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| Post-Armageddon, neo-barbaric, the nuclear warriors do battle
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| To satiate our hunger, we breed human beings as cattle
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| Hunting in packs, ready for the attacks
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| We eat our prey raw, rabid animals
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| Frothing and ripping the bodies
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| Stripping our own: yes, we’re cannibals
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| Beat or beat 'em, eat or be eaten
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| I am on my life, rest assured, a predator!
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| Aaah!
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| Broken splintered bones, boiling blood
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| Torn and bleeding skin
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| Blackened, burning flesh, melting fat
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| Amputated limbs
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| Eviscerated, lungs torn out
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| Heart ripped from the chest
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| Decapitated, a meal of… vagina and breasts!
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| Ah!
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| Eyes plucked from sockets, gaping holes
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| Through which peek the brains
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| Phlebophilia, love of blood
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| Life spills from the veins
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| I detect the scent of prey by her menstruation
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| You have been chosen, the main course
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| Congratulations!
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| Bon appétit!
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| Predator! |