You've just awaken.
Sirens pierce your luxury.
You stagger about.
You reach for the phone
and complain about the breach.
And suspect, perhaps.
But everyone dies
and toiling brings us closer.
We owe you nothing.
You've just awaken.
Sirens pierce your luxury.
You stagger about.
You reach for the phone
and complain about the breach.
And suspect, perhaps.
But everyone dies
and toiling brings us closer.
We owe you nothing.
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