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The mouth full of dust and dare |
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To walk out to the void |
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Pressure six feed over producing shell moulds |
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What a tragic toil |
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Lasting memories on a world full of remedies |
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Transposing all humanities for cold Moon's Earth |
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Aseptic increase |
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Wake me up from the dead |
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They're walking in cadence instead |
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Slavery, veins not red |
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Lustrous alloys composing dread |
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Just another world to fall |
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Just another one to crawl |
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For a machine-age |
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Another's drama's stage |
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Just another thing to do |
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Another Hell to go through |
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It's the end and start |
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Another game of rage |
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Created by the ones to think |
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That man and sky collide |
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Like the deepest of emotions |
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Like the war of shore and tide |
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Lasting century without humanity |
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Times of dread and me |
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Just praying for torpidity |
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To stand machinery... exit: elegy |
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Break and stop, wake it up |
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Releasing Devil's final lock |
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Hell and Heaven to collide |
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Again the war of shore and tide |
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Just another world to fall |
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Just another one to crawl |
|
For a machine-age |
|
Another's drama's stage |
|
Just another thing to do |
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Another Hell to go through |
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It's the end and start |
|
Another game of rage |
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There was this desire |
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The control of fire |
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Developed to wire |
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You never knew |
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Devotion for sire |
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Exposing a liar |
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Mankind to expire |
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There's nothing to do! |
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Just another world to fall |
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Just another one to crawl |
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For a machine-age |
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Another's drama's stage |
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Just another thing to do |
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Another Hell to go through |
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It's the end and start |
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Another game of rage |
