| Look into the future
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| Will peace be found or man still shoot ya?
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| Technology rises
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| Uses for the greater good or still cause crisis?
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| What’s the verdict?
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| We called for God but do you think he heard it?
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| And if he did, did he think mankind was worth it?
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| Did he think we deserved it?
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| Microchips, there’s a human circuit
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| Spread worldwide from beneath the surface
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| No green left on the earth, cursed
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| Stuck in reverse, only getting worse
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| We await the grave
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| Won’t live long, urban decay
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| Talking about these days gone by
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| But we don’t question why
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| I’ll spill any enemy
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| I don’t wanna wake up with cables stuck in my gut
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| And have to cut some chip out my neck
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| To eject all the lies they been tellin' me (They been tellin' me)
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| They keep telling us
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| That the nightmare will end but it never does
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| We’re the rebellers and we tried to defend our heaven
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| But then yet again they deaded us
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| Plugged us into the machine
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| Now we’re livin' life in a bad dream
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| I hate being stuck in the matrix, mate
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| Can’t wait to escape and wake up my team
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| Look what the law has become
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| Check what the corporate forces have done
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| We can’t run, all the doors have been shut
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| I’m exhausted and cut
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| World War IV has begun
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| We can just about breathe but we’re not alive
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| The sickness begins, see it in our eyes
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| Rotten from the inside out, you can shout, you can scream
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| But in this future world, we bleed
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| Filling our brains with the enemies' notions
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| We counteract explosions
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| I’m a virus, sicker than a backdoor Trojan
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| Killing off opponents
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| We are the cyborg soldiers
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| 'Cause freedom is the focus
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| You’ve been warned
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| If you are not strong then you will be left for the vultures
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| I watched World War IV approach us
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| As we enter another dimension
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| Drones hover and scan our bodies to take information
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| As we fight alongside the resistance
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| We’re the lyrical resurrection
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| Everything’s been censored
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| I’ve been frozen and sectioned
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| My eyes are red, I detect tension
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| Like a Skynet invention
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| We can just about breathe but we’re not alive
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| The sickness begins, see it in our eyes
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| Rotten from the inside out, you can shout, you can scream
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| But in this future world, we bleed
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| We can just about breathe but we’re not alive
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| The sickness begins, see it in our eyes
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| Rotten from the inside out, you can shout, you can scream
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| But in future, death’s the only guarantee
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| Inject a virus and the war is forgotten
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| Earth’s on fire but the core’s not rotten
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| Some of us are born survivors
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| We lock the enemy in our sights and drop 'em
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| Inject the virus and the war is forgotten
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| Earth’s on fire but the core’s not rotten
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| Some of us are born survivors
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| Got the enemy locked in our sights, now drop
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| Got the enemy locked in our sights, now drop
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| Inject a virus and the war is forgotten
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| Earth’s on fire but the core’s not rotten
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| Some of us are born survivors
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| We lock the enemy in our sights and drop 'em
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| Inject the virus and the war is forgotten
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| Earth’s on fire but the core’s not rotten
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| Some of us are born survivors
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| Got the enemy locked in our sights, now drop |