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That place is very fitting in the exciting human land

Hey, check out others' act, then correct my own

I can care less for lowly assignments, all for the sake of money, living, vanity, and honor

My stomach is soaked and churning with greed

World perception spread in the head, BABY I get a crush on you all

Looking good with a disguised mask in the monster's land

It must be the end of the world since HE is the symbol

Flocked with flies, infested with maggots, and farts at

Mandala in the rotten culture

You are crazy, mixed-up with primal instinct

Universal concept shapes in the head, BABY, I'm impressed by you all

Don't do that

If you do, there is no more savior