Drone Corpse Aviator

We have seen our enemy
 In the retina on the hill we're made of
 Peering through the many tortured minds of the imprisoned and the
 Grim actions befallen unto them
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 We often become blinded
 By the sheer eye wrenching
 Defacing of the humans we look into
 We have viewed remotely
 Into the homes of every
 Sycophantic birthing unit
 They are regretless
 And exempt of conscience
 Performing tormenting
 Repulsive procedures
 Bereft of emotion
 On all that remains of our youth
 That sank from pride to dysentery
 In the wake of the parasitic
 Serpent hatching
 With their hypnotic immunity
 Execute the vile deed
 Watch as they feed them
 Hair, skin, teeth, and cartilage
 Digging deeper
 Now we view the buried dead
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 We shall crawl
 Into the marrow of their corpses
 Make them fly and navigate them
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 With our weave of blackened liquid
 We will wake the resting rotted
 We will clear and light the path
 Of all that have arrived before us
 Through the sirens of the drifted
 Vacant dreaming and awaiting
 That lay dormant in the earth
 Drone Corpse Aviator
 Drone Corpse Aviator
 Drone Corpse Aviator
 Drone Corpse Aviator
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 Within our weave
 We hold a well of black liquid
 And with it, we will wake the rotted
 From their resting fields
 With our path now lit, we can travel
 To the aftermath of our captors entrance
 Through the sirens of the drifted
 That lay dreaming under the earth
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 Drone Corpse Aviator
 We shall crawl
 Into the marrow of their corpses
 Make them fly and navigate them
 Make them fly and navigate them
 They will move and yell and fight again
 But not from breathing
 Not alive but ridden from their burrow
 They will return
 Taking to the air in droves of gliding carrion
 Piloting the many flying
 With the pull of tar in marrow
 They will move and yell and fight again
 But not from breathing
 Not alive but ridden from the burrow
 They will return
 Lifted out of every monument
 They put up in their honour
 All the dead they buried
 Now propelling in our flying pattern
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 They will move and yell and fight again
 But not from breathing
 Not alive but ridden from their burrow
 They will return
 Taking to the air in droves of gliding carrion
 Piloting the many flying with the pull of tar in marrow
 Shifting in formations
 That are unknown to humans
 We're blacking out the air
 With decomposing gliders
 We shall crawl
 Into the marrow of their corpses
 Make them fly and navigate them