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Humanity peeled from our bones |
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Deprived of integuments that make us real |
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Shadows of flesh to maintain the system |
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Our own blood splashes as we kneel |
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So meticulously machined |
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Into these obedient devices |
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Puppets, fine tuned, submissive drones |
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Replicas of each other, clones |
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We're dormant accumulations of flesh |
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In a crimson filtered twilight |
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Mute witnesses to the game |
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Wrenches to keep the bolts of lies tight |
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We're the fabric concealing the stains |
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The red tainted existence |
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The gullibles to bless your sins away |
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Rags to wipe your blooded trails |
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We give in to the atrophy |
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To the twining of self-thought knowledge |
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The purpose of the human mind reviled |
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Everlasting ignorance realized |
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The scarlet flood that inundates our powerless thoughts |
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Defenseless minds with the lies overfed |
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Every thought stained, defiled |
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Painted the color, the shade of electric red |