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Tampering with the codes to our existense. |
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The blasphemy will take its toll. |
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With blood on their hands, |
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They alter our perception of reality. |
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Morticians clad in white seek their prey. |
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Compassion is left behind. |
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In their search for a controllable mind. |
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Trespassing on sacred realms. |
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Sustaining the dying breed. |
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They will eradicate the features of man's weaknesses. |
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Delete, improve the versions of ourselves. |
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Try to cure us from the disease, |
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We're dethroned and left to bleed. |
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Human nature's shedding skin. |
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Compassion is left behind. |
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In their search for a controllable mind. |
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Trespassing on sacred realms. |
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Sustaining the dying breed. |
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We're all just shedding skin... |
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Creating but bitter repercussions. |
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We're disarmed of all control. |
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With blood on their hands, |
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They alter our perception of reality. |
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Morticians clad in white seek their prey. |
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Compassion is left behind. |
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In their search for a controllable mind. |
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Trespassing on sacred realms. |
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Sustaining the dying breed. |
