It fills me with fury
That he can hardly breath!
He should be panting
In the woods with his kindred

The mutation makes me hate
The deformed will be avenged
By a silicon Armageddon
We prescribe unto ourselves

Cease thee! Genetic mutation
Of our fang bearing brothers!
Cease thee! Genetic mutation
Of our fang bearing woman!

She burns to run
Laugh at the night
But her body is deformed
By ancient rites

Her bravery is an instinct
The sorcerers made her deformed
Yet she still trusts my soul
Because in the night I am her kind

If you were uncursed by civilisation
Would you stand the blood of your brethren
Flowing like industrial slurry?
Murdered by the cyborg

We are all going to die from the cyborgs!

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