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I'll self-destruct |
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With and entity in me that |
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Fails and corrupts. |
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Like cryptic codes and cancer I'll |
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Cauterize, so I can trade flesh and blood |
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For a skin that can't be pierced by spite |
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Or oil that can't run cold with pride. |
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In time, we'll all have to trade our veins for |
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Oil lines and fuel-efficient hearts. |
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But even in cast iron forms we start |
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To idle, gather rust, and fall apart. |
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So let's manufacture man, |
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Who won't set fire of fail to take commands. |
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Let's build. |
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For what we need is caught in between man and machine. |
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In time, we'll all have to trade our veins for |
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Oil lines and fuel-efficient hearts. |
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(But even in cast iron forms we start |
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To idle, gather rust, and fall apart. |
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Yet, through all the rust and the wreck, you see |
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Men you won't trade for a world of machines.) |