| We are the unstoppable machine that lays waste to everything that comes in
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| contact with its hands
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| We construct
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| Then we will deconstruct and then reconstruct until there is nothing left for us
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| Someday the machine will break down
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| When our organs cease to function we will have built what is going to be
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| destroyed
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| This is an act of war
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| It’s our human nature to eradicate ourselves for the betterment of ourselves
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| In the event that we escape what is our destiny we will outthink ourselves into
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| destination
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| Like we are dying, truly engulfed in the moment
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| Some day we will try to walk, but we will not remember how to
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| And we never thought it would come to this
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| It is forever
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| We walk through barren lands with wounds open
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| We escape the collective that remains
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| This cancer reigns on a growth all its own |