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Come alive in the digital sun |
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We survive on the radiation |
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Seasons don't change in the artificial brain |
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Synthetic pleasure and pain |
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They all feel the same |
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Reprogrammed, memory disease |
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Not a trance of individuality |
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No heartbeat, subject deceased |
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Rise again in the image of the three |
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Gave away our sight to see what we've become |
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Optical nerve blinded with the silicon |
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We're already dead, shut down the mainframe |
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Mass murder, revenge, it all ends the same |
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A body occupied, but there's nothing inside |
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No one to prophecy |
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What is left for me? |
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Assisted suicide, bodies in formaldehyde |
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What is next for me? |
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Come alive in the digital sun |
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We survive on the radiation |
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We're already dead, shut down the mainframe |
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Mass murder, revenge, it all ends the same |
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A body occupied, but there's nothing inside |
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No one to prophecy |
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Assisted suicide, bodies in formaldehyde |
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See what's left of me |
