| They came alive on the carpet of a jungle
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| In a time past, present, or future — who’s to know?
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| Standing at her side was her
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| Partner, made of metal, staring through the plastic straight into skull
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| Eyes permanently wide
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| They’d awoke by the programmed will of The Prophets
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| Long since buried and burned
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| Like the future they’d promised
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| And when you’re born without meaning
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| Meant to know not but yourself
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| You find your purpose in just about anything
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| You find your purpose in primitive pulses
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| So like always they felt anxious
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| But unlike ever they felt a pull somewhere in the distance
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| And like always they walked toward horizon
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| And unlike ever their steps had purpose
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| And unlike ever their steps had purpose for once in their lives
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| They’d never met a soul face-to-face on this scorched earth covered in mold
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| Their only human touch was pushed through a screen
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| Just characters in digital paintings
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| But still they felt the tick-tick-tick get louder and louder
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| As their sick tired mind got a little less crowded
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| And the days turned into nights
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| While sunrises and sets blurred together
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| They never wait til morning to keep walking
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| To wander deeper into that dark
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| Hoping at least for some kind of mirage
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| And like always the felt anxious
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| But unlike always there was somewhere to be
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| And unlike always they followed a signal
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| Following the wind, can’t tell where they’re going
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| Following the silence, separate from knowing
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| Following the silhouette of something arisen
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| And emerging from the post-prehistoric origin
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| And then that tick-tick-tick-tick-tick stopped
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| Towering tall out on the plane, it took their breath away
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| And she felt the same thing they all felt
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| When the long and awful story was finally over
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| So like always, they kept walking
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| Marching toward that thing they’d felt spinning in place like an orbiting atom
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| When hope is at a climax it make the letdown too hard to handle
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| Is it too much temptation to swallow?
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| And is it worth it for choking when eating?
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| But like always
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| They kept walking
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| And wandered deeper into that dark
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| Toward the first thing they ever felt |