Westwork - The Mutant Century

After the Fall of Man
After the End of Days
Will our future rituals
Be able to hold our shame?
Will they be able to contain?
Will they be able to contain?

This is a long distance call
To the Mutant Century
This is for the prettiest killer
The pleasure is all mine
My beautiful land mine...

After the Era of Doubt
After the lights go out
Will our future representatives
Be able to behave?
Will they be dancing on our graves?
Will they be dancing on our graves?

This is a long distance call
To the Mutant Century
This is for the prettiest killer
The pleasure is all mine
My beautiful land mine

This is a long distance call
My dearest Insurgency
This is for the prettiest monster
The terror is all mine
My beautiful war crime

Written by:
Westwork

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