The End

Mower

Compositor: Mower

Rutal horror people die
The heat of a hundred suns
They're all wasted
Mercenaries butcher everyone
The battles rage
The germs escape
A toxic atmosphere
Try to breathe and only drown
You choke on poison air
Yeah
The end
The end
The end

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