| Pulsing green neon lights
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| Decaying skyline, a view of the city at night
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| Avarice and lust scraping the stars
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| While pestilence seeps through the gutters and poisons our minds
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| Blood turning to gold as the gears turn
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| Inherent ideals, our ways are set in stone
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| Sweat, blood, tears and fear
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| Enslaved by empty words — we’re not alive
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| Shadows now fall filling our hearts
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| Venom they feed us and leave us all empty and numb
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| Draped in cloaks of gloom and smiling sedated
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| Onwards we march, oblivious
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| Blood turning to gold as the gears turn
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| Inherent ideals, our ways are set in stone
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| Sweat, blood, tears and fear
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| Enslaved by empty words — we’re not alive
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| Tube fed mentality
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| From the cradle to the grave
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| A morbid morality
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| A religion to enslave
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| Shake off your cloak of oblivion
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| Step out of mental decay
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| Hollow hearts, empty minds
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| Animate corpses keep the machine alive
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| Avarice and lust scraping the stars
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| Onwards we march, oblivious
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| Blood turning to gold as the gears turn
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| Inherent ideals, our ways are set in stone
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| Sweat, blood, tears and fear
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| Enslaved by empty words — sleepers awake
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| Shake off your cloak of oblivion
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| Step out of mental decay |