Let me tell you a story
And like that they were born
Tell me now before it's too late
What are these things?

All hope was all of it
All of it
All of it, sir, all of it

Our forces have depleted
There's nothing we can do but wait
And like that, they return

They're speaking to us now
They're ready to destroy us
Listen, listen
The fluid you've been collecting
Dump it, it's worthless
All of it
What is the noise, what is it?
They're organized
Please, senator, keep them away
Your life is like a cluttered room
It must be cleaned up immediately


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The Tale of the Birthing song meanings
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