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Behold our enemy, the cut throuat machinery |
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In for the kill, we'll never know what hit us, no |
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Extinction in evolution, activity in vague memory |
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Behold the obscene - we're at one with the machines |
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A soulles existence, spiritual decadence |
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We begged for this damnation |
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But hoped to hell it would vanish when it came |
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Developing and breeding mechanical species |
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A spawn of enemies, enslaver of minds |
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Burning the remains of thoughts |
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This phoenix will not rise from its ashes |
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Sleeping awake, all questions die |
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We are replaced, never knowing what happened or why |
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Self alteration, be part of the humachinery |
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But time shall tell you are your own enemy |
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We begged for this damnation |
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But hoped to hell it would vanish when it came |
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Focused on advancing, obsessed by perfection |
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Yet the tides are turning, and the mirror of illusions cracks |
