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These walls are reddish-brown |
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Ready to be bulldozed down |
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And softly torn to pieces |
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In slow motion, there's no sound |
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Got metal in your arteries |
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Cameras in your blood stream |
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Heartbeats from your battery's |
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Limited reserve |
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This is your end |
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This is your end |
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You're delivered |
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You've sung the glories |
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Lived a million short stories |
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And the tales that you told will |
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No doubt outlast your years |
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But the heavy lead arteries |
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And the cameras in your blood stream |
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And the heartbeats from your batteries |
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Ticking slower and slower and still |
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This is your end |
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This is your end |
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This is your end |
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You're delivered |
