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Scan into the bones |
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Wicked flesh in need to tame its sorrow chip |
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Before all human emotions turn to nothing |
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The act of organic plastic is taking in to subvert the human flesh |
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To a numb product of evil itself |
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So burn me, replace me to plastic pain |
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So burn me, replace me to plastic pain |
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Mumbling high in code |
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Who am I talking to? |
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They say I'm wasting pain |
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A design for life is in sight |
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Programmed to defend |
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The arrival of code them |
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Hightech devil thrill |
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Is in countdown to present a darker age |
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So burn me, replace me to plastic pain |
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So burn me, replace me to plastic pain |
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A lifeform so abusive |
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In progression with effects to make |
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Excistance to a script |
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Their mastery in hightech take its form |
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Your mind is not your own |
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That's what your chip had told |
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You present a secret face |
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To cover up your hails for better days |
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So burn me, replace me to plastic pain |
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So burn me, replace me to plastic pain |