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Too much time, too many eyes. |
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Too many promises, too many cries. |
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Too much fear and aggravation. |
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Art of sin at their dictation. |
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Souls in pain own eyes in lust. |
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Rotting minds die without trust. |
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They try to take the freedom away, |
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Then try to make it all go away!! |
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Put death to rest, put life to shame. |
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Red hands, murder, who's to blame? |
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What are we? Why do we care? |
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Colorful eyes in a dead blank stare. |
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Blind are we running scared. |
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My mind, my soul what is fair. |
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What we need to stay in line. |
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Mass control of fragile mind. |
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Look into the machine, |
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Tell me what you want to be. |
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Look into the machine, |
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Tell me what you want to be!!! |
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Enter the hell of a mind gone mad, |
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Into a world of the faceless void, |
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Gears turn to the infallible pulse, |
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Enter control, to the divine. |
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To be creator, add color to eyes. |
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To watch the growth, triple the size. |
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To light the dark, and seize the night. |
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To end the pain, to end the fright. |
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Innocence lost and wisdom gained. |
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Freedom of soul that we proclaim. |
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Don't promise the war. |
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Can't promise creation. |
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Art of sin now our dictation. |
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Look into the machine, Tell me what you want to be. |
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Look into the machine, Tell me what you want to be!!! |
