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Clawed fingers forcing iron bars, visions of tortured misery. |
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Semi-human tears of frustrated rage, hunched up in this fuckin' cage. |
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My emotions are artificially induced. |
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Though no further need to feel. |
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Now I've fabricated steel limbs, electro-pulses throb within. |
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Man made monster, morbid science. |
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Deaf to my feeble protests, |
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I've served my purpose. |
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In my veins life fluid used to flow. |
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Now drained and replaced. |
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With sedative substances, to restrain instinctive rage. |
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Man made monster, morbid science. |
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Deaf to my feeble protests, |
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I've served my purpose. |
