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Municipal Waste

The Fatal Feast

 

The Fatal Feast

(álbum: The Fatal Feast (Waste In Space) - 2012)


Years away from what was home
We've been traveling all alone
A space voyage to explore the unseen
We haven't found a single goddamn thing

Decades passing, rations low
The crew's tensions are about to blow
Let's take our leader and turn him into meat
And introduce him to our fatal feast

Our fatal feast

Our minds escaped all rationality
And all it wants to do is just feed
It's not murder if we all played a part
He had it coming from the very start

Let's kill the captain and stuff our face
He led us all to starve here. Fatal feast

Desperate
This mission now has failed
No hope left
You're going to be our meal
One last breath
The skin begins to peel
Meet your death
A nightmare becoming real

Advanced knowledge, a primitive end
Cannibalistic results here in
Our space program never would have thought
That something this disgusting has gone on

Desperate
This mission now has failed
No hope left
You're going to be our meal
One last breath
The skin begins to peel
Meet your death
A nightmare becoming real

Years away from what was home
We've been traveling all alone
A space voyage to explore the unseen
We haven't found a single goddamn thing

Decades passing, rations low
The crew's tensions are about to blow
Let's take our leader and turn him into meat
And introduce him to our fatal feast

Introduce him to our fatal feast

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