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What shall it be? |
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The world is there to shape as you please |
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Wrought as steel imbued with flesh |
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Drained of humanity and controlled by codes |
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Far from ideals and enchantingly draped in woes |
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A new world is on the rise |
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Concieved to regard the final demise |
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A stainless steel creation consuming the weak |
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For what is weakness but a sign of their flaw |
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Once the transformation is set in stone |
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No living organism you shall condone |
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Create the world in your image |
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Destroy it again in pure scrimmage |
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You seek to advance the human race |
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A sickness you believe it to be |
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But the profound flaw in your plan |
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Is the total abscense of the living man |
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A carcass of humanity is all that's left |
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Alone you stand with your cyborg race, all bereft |
