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To think that Mars was all ocean once
Down here, some of the older, stranger, fish
Widen eyes and reminisce
They say
We get your type from time to time
Food still clinging to its consciousness
How do you wanna go?
Yes, we had technologies
So very different from your own
But it's all the same you know
All the same once broken down
We know your illness well
Come cry with us
No-one knows goodbye like us
And yet here we are
We get your type from time to time
Food still clinging to its consciousness
We think we'll eat you slow
It was angry at the end
You say you'd never do it
But it was friend against friend
And friend against friend
Is such an easy road to ruin
We know your illness well
Come cry with us
No-one knows goodbye like us
And yet here we are
~ Brendan Bonsack
