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Pour out the oil, tonight together we will dine
Pump it up from dark and deep, transfer, refine
Bring it here, there and everywhere from distant lands
Add catalyst, transform it into many strands
Pour out the oil, for tomorrow I will die
It's worth enough to burn, and that is not a lie
Thus your acts ensure our tale will be forever told
Carried in the wombs of giant ships as blackest gold
And after death, I sleep within my plastic tomb
While you are all adrift towards eternal doom
And after three days and nights I will again arise
A viscous mass, a plastic god with hollow eyes
Burn a flame for me, burn for me, burn in my rebirth
Warm your hearth, the icecaps, and warm the very Earth
You will spread my many parts in your devotions
Imperishable, inside, underneath, and on all the oceans
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