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And so you awaken, a steel-cold place |
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Strapped in a chair, without a face |
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You recall nothing at all |
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A faint hum and a sterile wall |
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Fumbling around you pace the floor |
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But a single blue light here at all |
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Shout out in vain |
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There's no one to hear your blame |
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A solitary cell in a prison without a door |
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This is the new life |
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A singular purpose for you |
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Traverse the boundaries |
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Of what is man and what is not |
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And so do the walls crash down |
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The revelation of sordid proportions |
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A world of twisted rubble and far-gone war |
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the debris tells who we really are |
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Beyond humanity there is more hope |
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Such a fate is the final excursion of the mope |
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A necessary evil of the future world |
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The continued survival of the obsolete and wrong |
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With a growl you accept your fate |
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The only companion here is your hate |
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A mere beginning of your long trek |
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But little did you know of my plans |
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A demigod behind it all |
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Self-styled master of creation |
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Under his absolute command |
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There is no free will for anyone |