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It bleeds! It breathes! |
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What stands before us, is not a machine |
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It breathes, it will bleed and it (will) dream! |
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(Scream) |
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Its body is covered in hundreds of wires |
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And a mouth that attempts to speak, it attempts to lie |
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Only murmurs, collapse from its jaws |
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And a world, a world without, |
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A world without you |
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But I rise, the dead will pride |
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It breathes, beyond this life, |
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So sleep, sleep among us, hesitate no more |
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En...tomb-men...of-a-ma...chine (entombment of a machine) |
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We kneel and we plead for no mourning ahead of us, |
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With only delayed movements, from its figure, we all begin to strain |
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Entombment of a machine |
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Entombment of a machine |
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What stands before us is not a machine |
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What stands before us is not a machine |
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My legs weaken at the site of this damaged program, |
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This program kept you breathing, it kept you alive |
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These circuits diffused once more |
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Its body is covered in hundreds of wires |
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Only murmurs collapse from its scream |
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Entombment of a machine |
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But I saw it die. |
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But I saw it die |
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But I saw It dead. |
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But I saw it die. |
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I saw it die |
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I watched it DIE! |
