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Do you feel the machines coming? |
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Do you feel the storm rising? |
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Because they're coming |
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I feel them rising |
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It feels like it's about to happen |
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I can breathe the smell of blades of steel |
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I can see their light but it's not that clear |
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Because they're watching |
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I feel them staring |
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I feel them staring at us |
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It feels like it's about to happen |
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Change is about to happen |
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It feels more like I am dying |
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This black hole leaving me hopeless |
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Leaving me hopeless |
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I'm not made of wires |
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I'm not made of others |
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You try to synchronize me |
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You try to synchronize me |
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The locust is just too far away |
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While marching the tripods |
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Now I'm made of wires |
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Now I'm made of others |
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Now I'm made of wires |
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Did you feel the machines coming? |
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Did you feel the storm rising? |
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Because now they're reigning |
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We're suffocating |
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And it feels like it starts to happen |
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It starts to happen |
