We sit on the side
And observe all the animals
I try not to laugh
'cause I know
Its the end of us
I fry from the heat
But the sun
Isn't killing me
We run from our death
When we cum
Are we really free?
Primal rage
Life in a cage
Its nothing
(I can live)
You sit in your throne
You decide
"Off with his head"
She kneels at your feet
She feels cold;
"Something more to eat?"
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