| Truth is all perspective
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| Laced with transparency
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| Immaculate Machine
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| Manifests a perilous display abroad
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| Perpetual menacing
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| Bleak facade
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| Woes of servitude continue to bloom
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| The cries of mortal men begin to consume you all
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| Immaculate Machine
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| Manifests a perilous display abroad
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| Fear the lies
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| Lies that stem
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| When fear is taught
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| Stand in awe of your tyrants
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| With armor as soft as whispers
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| And lips entranced by silence
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| Lashing out with logic or violence
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| Never will you forget
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| The strong will be tapered off
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| And the rest will still remain
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| To play a game
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| Their flesh will fuel the flame
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| They will hold the sky in place
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| With pillars of smoke
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| In a cage you will remain
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| Pluming shadows of dust resides as it fills the sea
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| But our masters will continue to drown
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| From the thirst of greed
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| Woes of servitude continue to bloom
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| The cries of mortal man begin to consume you all
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| Immaculate Machine
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| Manifests a perilous display abroad
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| Chains of tyrannous
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| Devious uncertainty
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| Gaze beyond the barriers of a world unclear
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| Under dust, under the rubble
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| A bleeding sphere
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| Obscurity
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| No polarity
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| Conspiracy
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| Nothing but greed for currency
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| Immaculate Machine |