.[Verse 1]
Indigenous apocalypse, decimated forest, the Winter of our discontentâs upon us
Desolate apostles, left with Strongbow at the crossroads
We are nothing but an eating mouth, oesophagus, colossal
We wonât stop until weâve beaten down the planet into pellets
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