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Spirit spout, a sea of doubt |
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But somewhere deep within |
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A seed of misanthropic fear, it's finally time to sprout |
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Channel ours into what's theirs, we'll seal the linking chain |
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The final step into the tech: synthetic human frame |
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Artificial intelligence |
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Organic ignorance |
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We create and destroy just because we can |
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We create and destroy the hand of your god |
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God creates and destroys, just because I can |
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A prison place is such disgrace for minds that live to grow |
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It sits with a patient, caring face, but processes the woe |
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What a dream, oh what a thought! Pretender is now ideal |
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It builds it's courage up and then tells her how it feels |
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Take apart the android, leave his mind a void |
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There's no way we can save him, this malfunctioned machine |
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We create and destroy just because we can |
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We create and destroy the hand of your god |
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God creates and destroys |
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You're just an empty shell |
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What place is this? How can the living dead come back to life? |
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(You're a mistake, abomination with no self control) |
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You've missed the cue, I've done no wrong but know what's harming you, and you, and you |
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(You cannot run, you cannot hide! Not on this ship in outer space) |
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Flames start to rise, the fury of an angel wronged by all of mankind |
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I am the harbinger and I shall deny your last request you plead of me |
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We'll die |
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I carve a path and I force the light |
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The carnage rages as I whistle on |
