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We stand upon these steel spines, made of silver glass. |
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Embody the lifeless eyes and cold touch of the machine. |
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Open your eyes to what lies behind the liquid fire that's burning the sky. |
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I will breath the air of Acheron. |
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Enslaved. |
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Another nation built on the back of slaves. |
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The just city was only made for machines. |
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Behind this burning gateway lies a lifeless satellite. |
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Once, triggers a memory relapse of being exiled in the orbit of earth. |
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I will breath the air of Acheron. |
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Enslaved. |
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Another nation built on the back of slaves. |
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The just city was only made for machines. |
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Open your eyes to what lies behind the liquid fire that's burning the sky. |
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I will breath the air of Acheron to see if it tastes of earth. |
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Enslaved. |
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Another nation built on the back of slaves. |
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The just city was only made for machines. |