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Individuals run for cover, for the multitudes of thoughtless clones |
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Have reached a critical mass, have reached a critical mass |
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Individuals hide in fear, under cover, sheltered by the wafer thin |
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Veil of intelligence, thin veil of intelligence |
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Individuals, nowhere to be seen |
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Urbana is oozing, like a bloated carcass with maggots |
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Cooking in the desert heat, cooking in the desert heat |
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Oozing, with progeny writing and desperate for input from |
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Someone more determined, someone more determined |
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Congregating in invisible circles |
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Half a part and half apart |
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All too aware of the insignificance |
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Pushing on with soul and heart |
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Individuals don't pray for forgiveness, when pinned up against the wall |
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Under siege of persecution, under siege of persecution |
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Individuals command exception, and accept dichotomy |
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Maybe you can't choose anymore, maybe you can't choose anymore |
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Procreation without gain or purpose |
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Languid wills and torpid minds |
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Catapulted ever faster by the arrow of time |
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You take yours and I'll keep mine |
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