| Deterioration begins
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| The stage is set as we rush towards the end
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| You were programmed since birth
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| The epigenesis of a mechanized world
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| You live a life of regret
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| The harsh reality of the ends to be met
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| And in this lottery of birth
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| You were cast aside and made to serve
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| The experience of you life
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| A fading memory plagued by laws of wrong and right
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| But what could you have done?
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| The rules were already set before you had begun
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| It’s too late to turn back now
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| No tears
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| Just lay your head in doubt
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| And accept now what’s to come
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| Our world of human obsolescence
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| Forever holds us in chains until we all turn to dust
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| Your expiration is met
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| Your purpose is fulfilled; |
| Make way for the next
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| You’re at one with the earth
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| Your fragile anatomy released at last |