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Even stobe, a pulse of flashing hatelights |
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Of synthetic souls, mass produced |
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Hammered into shape |
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A sign of times |
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Dreams turn into systems |
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A new way, a new breed |
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Implanted in our minds |
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Here I am in the hand of the sterile hate |
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The new control |
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I can not wake |
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I'm not asleep |
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New intelligence arise in emptied bodies |
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Turgid flesh, tested through eternal spastic |
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Through not known codes, mother machine |
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Genocide, now scorn dying race |
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Evolution in reverse |
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Now it's time for me |
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Changing, what am |
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I to beContorted and an eternity defeated |
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Programmed to appease you |
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We're symbols of perfection |
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Humanoids runned by your laws |
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Destroy, erase, improve |
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Lesson first, submission |
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We're docile servant dogs |
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Our leashes are your limbs |
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Computed deep within |
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Remoted minds, controlled our thoughts |
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No more doubts, the new way is here, disgorged |
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Another thousands fakes that obey |
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To a circuit skein to vacuum |
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Mechanical thoughts, |
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I now concieve |
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No longer me, always to see inanity |
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Millions to be, units like me |
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Eternally human patterns |
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Copied, dissected, distorted |
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Completed to fit the machine |
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The nerve fibres give in to cords |
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To the unknown |
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See me, be me, same contents, same machine |
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The currency of ours, no more flesh and bone |
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We are to be unaware of what we have been before |
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Evolution in reverse |
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Now it's time for me |
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Changing, what am |
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I to beContorted, an eternity |
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Defeated by humanity |
