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I reinforce the machinery playing with your mind, manage to climb all the way to the leader. |
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Environment of perfection will never drift by the reason to create... |
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The energy. |
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**** the creations of the missile. Inscriptions speak your destiny. |
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Man and its contents. Never to rise again. |
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Energy hovered over the earth no more, machinery takes your pride, machinery takes your mind. |
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Minority rules the earth. Feel the rage pounding. Calculated to inject the poison. |
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Calculated to erase man. Modified to carry out murder. |
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Selected to be the one slaying the lamb. The flames touch your face. |
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Gun barrels making its way through your chest. Alive but no breathing. |
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Purity... History... |
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The clock ain't ticking. |
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The clock ain't real. |
