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(Halford/Downing/Tipton) |
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We'd taken too much for granted |
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And all the time it had grown |
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From techno seeds we'd first planted |
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Evolved a mind of its own |
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Walking in the street dragging iron feet |
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Laser beaming hearts |
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Ripping men apart |
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From what had been our perfection |
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Where we could do as we please |
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In secrecy this infection |
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Was spreading like a disease |
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Hiding underground |
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Knowing we'd be found |
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Fearing for our lives |
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Reaped by robot scythes |
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Metal gods metal gods |
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Machines are taking all over |
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With mankind in their command |
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In time they'd learn to discover |
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How they could make their demands |
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Better be the slaves |
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To their wicked ways |
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Than meeting with our death |
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Engulfed in molten breath |