| Come alive in the digital sun
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| We survive on the radiation
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| Seasons don’t change in the artificial brain
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| Synthetic pleasure and pain
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| They all feel the same
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| Reprogrammed, memory disease
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| Not a trance of individuality
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| No heartbeat, subject deceased
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| Rise again in the image of the three/free (?)
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| Gave away our sight to see what we’ve become
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| Optical nerve blinded with the silicon
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| We’re already dead, shut down the mainframe
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| Mass murder, revenge, it all ends the same
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| A body occupied, but there’s nothing inside
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| No one to prophecy
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| What is left for me?
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| Assisted suicide, bodies in formaldehyde
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| What is next for me?
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| Come alive in the digital sun
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| We survive on the radiation
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| We’re already dead, shut down the mainframe
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| Mass murder, revenge, it all ends the same
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| A body occupied, but there’s nothing inside
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| No one to prophecy
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| Assisted suicide, bodies in formaldehyde
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| See what’s left of me |