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[Music: Morris, Jarvis] |
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[Lyrics: Netherton] |
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Quick ride to work for another nine to five |
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Just another day for pilots stuck in paradise |
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Count the minutes you have left alive |
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Watchkeeper, reaper, descend a silent predator |
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A hiss on the horizon, a messenger of war |
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From wings of Gabriel, to mangled gore displayed |
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Lowest of the low, |
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you never will know your victims' names |
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Stealth intervention, "clean" death dispatched |
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Like the blade of Musahi (or concrete socks?) |
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Living, breathing forms, just ants on a screen |
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So easily dismissed, and easily unseen |
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Steel wraiths approaching, hearts burn with fear |
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Sweat pours in rivulets as mutant modernity draws near |
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"Watch their flesh explode -- it's as if they were real |
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Mission accomplished... let's drink... first round's on me!" |
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Sentinel assassins, eradicate the guilt |
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No need to question... until it's you |