| machinery mill us forever will rule us
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| until we find out how you’re wired
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| god’s no longer read through the hands of the dead,
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| its safe now to question the friar
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| if we stopped at wheel we’d never have swung in this tire
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| beyond middle ages left village for nations
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| this masterpiece our fathers penned
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| to dark to see the old time tyranny
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| may the bulb never burn out again
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| now that we know now everything that we didn’t know then
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| the book was the lash and the word was the law
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| but the tyranny ended with ink on a block
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| but don’t put it in park with miles to go
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| need a match never more shall we read in the dark
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| gargantua’s hungry, his fork and knife drumming
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| but what if we serve him no more?
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| if just for a day we took over this place
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| to find out where our harvest are stored
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| laugh like a king while you can till the bastions are stormed
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| the book was the lash and the word was the law
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| but the tyranny ended with ink on a block
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| but don’t put it in park with miles to go
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| need a match never more shall we read in the dark
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| nevermore in the dark |