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They stress you out your whole life,

slow burn,

slow poison

After your dead,

they want to slice you up

and sell you off

Stress you out to have

your pituitary gland 

full of cortisol 

Every organ is of value;

they care little for life,

only for death

Fear is their drug

more addicting then crack

the reptile feeds off the terror

of all mankind

Keep them stressed out,

kill them "hiss hiss",

tasty man flesh

Like unto pork a savory meat;

they are our slaves and our food;

We shall cull the herd,

drive them like lambs to the slaughter 

No mercy,

we drink their blood

We are evil;

we hate humans "hiss hiss"

They are our enemies 

but they taste so delicious 

We have to fatten them up

keep them stressed out.

yes "hiss hiss"