| Crush us
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| Over and over again
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| The years have come to this
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| An improper art form
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| Faking our own thoughts and sounds
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| Over and over again
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| The years have come to this
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| An improper art form
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| Faking our own thoughts and sounds
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| Faking our own thoughts and sounds
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| Faking our own thoughts and sounds
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| Robots crush
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| Death of human music
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| Robots crush
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| Death of human music
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| Bright lights fill the sky
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| Track us through our fields of money
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| The old days seem shit and primitive
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| Abduction
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| Control
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| You write for me
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| Oh, master
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| Master of the machines
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| Take this shit and make it gold
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| Make my face sparkle with fame
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| Master of the machines
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| Master of the machines
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| Master of the machines
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| Fuck them hard
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| Fuck them hard
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| Fuck them hard
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| And neglect their thoughts
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| They will never see us coming
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| Fuck them hard
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| Fuck them hard
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| Fuck them hard
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| And neglect their thoughts
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| They will never see us coming
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| No more human voice
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| No more human actions
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| No more human voice
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| No more human actions
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| No more human voice
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| No more human actions
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| (Imperfect fucks stand in the dark)
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| Crush us over and over again
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| Crush us over and over again
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| Crush us over and over again
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| Crush us over and over again
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| The years have come to this
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| An improper art form
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| Faking our own thoughts and sounds
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| Robots crush
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| Death of human music
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| Counteract this idea of control
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| Human emotion can only produce the thoughtful
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| Finally discovering the idea of perfect harmony
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| Harmony
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| Make this a war
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| Blood fills the sky
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| Drop the deadly dive-bomb
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| The end of this outside life
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| We will find art again
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| The end of this outside life
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| We will find art again
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| Again
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| Again
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| Crush us over and over again
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| Crush us over and over again
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| Crush us over and over again
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| Crush us over and over again
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| Crush us over and over again |