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Hear the sad doctrine of lost ones again |
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Ride on the furrow of despair |
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Obey the factory until you meet the end |
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To runaway you should not dare |
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Supremacy is the factory |
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Bow and obey to the factory |
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A psychodisleptical place |
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Where i have to dwell |
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Secluded here with the insane |
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Sharing their hell |
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Supremacy they keep telling me |
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But i don't believe in the factory |
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The fragrance of blinded consciences |
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lunacy stinks |
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A machine until obsolescence |
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No need to think |
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But secretly i do |
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Feeling the conspiracy |
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The moving spirit in the plot |
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The want me to be conditioned to lunacy |
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They keep me from reality |
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Somehow i have to stop the rot |
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Their master program hasn't worked for me |
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Factory of delusions |
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Producing only scars from broken dreams |
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Factory of delusions |
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My anger is now bursting at the seams |
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Now i'm the factory |
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I see just what i want to see |
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I'm the factory |
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I won't be long before i am free |