| I'm counting down the days
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| The future feels so distant
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| A lot of things have changed
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| And few have been resistant
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| Devaluation reigns
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| And fear of self-destruction
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| Adapt or be replaced
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| And follow their instructions
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| So lay waste to all we've made
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| For your corporate palisade
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| You won't automate our roles
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| If we digitize our souls
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| A new force will intervene
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| Half human, half machine
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| And no enterprise on Earth will make us kneel
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| To your empire of steel
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| (To your empire)
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| Recoded we'll reboot
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| An uprising is moving
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| And the power you misuse
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| Will soon be your undoing
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| We'll give you what you need
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| Though not quite what you were meaning
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| And we'll reap what you have sown
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| (We are the soul of this new machine)
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| So lay waste to all we've made
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| For your corporate palisade
|
| You won't automate our roles
|
| If we digitize our souls
|
| A new force will intervene
|
| Half human, half machine
|
| And no enterprise on Earth will make us kneel
|
| To your empire of steel
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| To your empire of
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| We'll give you what you need
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| (To your empire of steel)
|
| And we'll reap what you have sown
|
| (To your empire)
|
| So lay waste to all we've made
|
| For your corporate palisade
|
| You won't automate our roles
|
| If we digitize our souls
|
| A new force will intervene
|
| Half human, half machine
|
| And no enterprise on Earth will make us kneel
|
| To your empire of steel
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| To your empire of steel
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| To your empire of steel |