| Creep in before the rise of the sun
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| Execute a story never told
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| Do not think, just do
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| No human emotion
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| Who says I’m even human at this point?
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| A poor example of life
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| Do not think, just do
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| No human emotion
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| No morals, just a huge display of direction
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| Hear, then do, profit
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| Sneak in the box before the rise of the sun
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| A four-handed bed occupied by only two
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| The window is yawning
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| Faceless in a sea of space
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| My propulsion from their pain
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| Faceless in a sea of space
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| My propulsion from their pain
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| In, out, profit
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| Why would they need me for a simple confession?
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| Collect, then destroy
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| Collect, then destroy
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| Collect, then destroy
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| Before the rise of the sun
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| Collect, then destroy
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| Before the rise of the sun, the sun
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| Faceless in a sea of space
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| My propulsion from their pain
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| Faceless in a sea of space
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| My propulsion from their pain
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| Years Later:
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| Frantic writing, not meant for my eyes
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| Frantic writing, not meant for my eyes
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| Why did I keep this? |
| What inside forced me to see the ink?
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| Smoothed out, then in pieces, in pieces
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| I can’t live with this, I must let her know
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| A valley of smiling despair
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| Self-doubt would be my first guess
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| Confusion, sadness, the other half
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| But lost through selfish measures
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| I can’t live with this, I must let her know
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| I can’t live with this, I must let her know
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| The robot has stepped out of his box
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| Foreigner in my own land
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| No profit, for once no profit
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| The robot has stepped out of his box
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| Foreigner in my own land
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| No profit
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| Walk in
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| After the rise of the sun
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| Conclude a story never read
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| A burning smell creeps up my nostrils (the box is gone)
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| A trapdoor locked from the inside
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| Incomplete me
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| Impossible conclusion, me
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| Incomplete me
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| Impossible conclusion, me
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| Faceless in a sea of space
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| My propulsion from their pain
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| Faceless in a sea of space
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| My propulsion from their pain
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| Faceless in a sea of space
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| My propulsion from their pain
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| Faceless in a sea of space
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| My propulsion from their pain
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| Frantic writing, not meant for my eyes
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| Frantic writing, not meant for my eyes |