

The StationI trod down the hallway, my gun held high - I can hear the moaning, am I going to die? My footpaws tred upon metallic ground - I follow the station's walkways around.The Station
The klaxon sounds, I run to heed its call - I don't stop to see what's on the wall. A scientist there, hanging by his head - &nb
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ARG, MY NIPPLES, THEY HURT.
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Computer people, they love you, love you.
Lead to gold, eternal search -
Down the forbidden hall, we lurch -
Drawing ever near to death -
Drown in sorrow - take your last breath.
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~Kabaka
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