Descending down
Through the outskirts of town
After encircling the holdouts for weeks
A black-clad pajama moped armada
The city defenses were easily breached
Greeting the children with flowers and candy
Making lists and checking them twice
Renounce now your anti-social behavior
And we might let you grow our rice!
We now commence year zero
The clocks have been reset
Liquidate all yesterdays
Airbrush the photos, better yet
We flew John Z in from Aruba
To survey the spoils of war
We smashed the jewels and buried the tools
Because less is more
We now commence year zero
The clocks now read correct
Purge away previous remains
Flush those fuckers down the toilet
Sometimes it's good to throw it all away
Even if they say it's wrong
At times it's best to part ways with friends
Who were only trying to kill you all along
It's never too late to make a change,
Even if your fate is sealed
But some wounds take much more than words
To ever truly heal
So when the pressure drops
And the bloodlet starts
Let there be no confusion
With the Marxist robo-cultists
And their slaughterhouse conclusions
Just remember Ankar will always be watching
So be sure to celebrate the joy
Of our gift!

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