Corrdor of underground
Experiments of destiny
I't our place for life
Don't ask why I hate it
Every day you reflect
Have you still the sense of life
Across the neck of life
We all are squeezing
The opponent is death
Don't fear it
Press to the front
It's the highest time
Like the rats in cages
We fight for our food
Sometimes merciful fate
Throws a crumb of biscuit
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