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The Living Shall Envy The DeadWaking up living is like waking up deadAs the workers climb the precipice The queen ant's still asleep in bed She's hording all their rations With slaves set to assist And the mass of this lost colony Will never see a day of living rest The emperor now is rising And she still wears not a trace of clothes The world around her crumbles But her gluttony is all she knows... The herds will thin, the walls will crack Their backs will break... It's all for "progress"? |