| Chained to a rusty illusion
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| Lost senses, no reality
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| I am to take the motors off track
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| The spirit back from the machinery
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| Corrosion, slowly degrading
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| Corruption, sees how I’m fading
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| Destruction, what should I do?
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| Been scored right through
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| It’s been long since that time
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| Rusty taste, dried out mind
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| Never are things going to be the same
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| Loneliness becomes my friend
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| Corrosion
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| The texture of life turned to rust
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| Mind sapped of struggling lust
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| Try it out, have a free ride
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| You will see how it is to have died
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| Corrosion, slowly degrading
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| Corruption, sees how I’m fading
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| Destruction, what should I do?
|
| Been scored right through
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| It’s been long since that time
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| Rusty taste, dried out mind
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| Never are things going to be the same
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| Loneliness becomes my friend
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| To begin heading towards the end
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| Corrosion is covering me
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| All I see, as I’m observing the dead
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| Rust — the outcome of humanity
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| The philosophy of life is flawed
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| Vanity of time; |
| past, present, future
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| Seem to mean nothing
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| But a cyclic pattern to die
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| Mechanical, over and done
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| A rusted man-machine
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| Haunted by passion to live on
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| Be in constant motion
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| Until the final termination
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| Corrosion, slowly degrading
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| Corruption, sees how I’m fading
|
| Destruction, what should I do?
|
| Been scored right through
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| It’s been long since that time
|
| Rusty taste, dried out mind
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| Never are things going to be the same
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| Loneliness becomes my friend |