From time to time they light up
So many ways to feed
The inaccurate one
Tulpa Nomade
In an orchestra they ask
They want to constipate you
Don't let them see
You rude, we know well
That even in a roar
There is a singer
Mesas Crilen
Whoever is unequal must be denounced
You are a number
In the orchestra they ask
They want to constipate you
Don't let them see
You are rude, we know well
That even in a roar
There is a singer

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