| Under a curse lies the unknown
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| Hanging on faith and a mordant tone
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| Under a rock in a petrified zone
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| I’m buried alive in the slippery mud
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| Trying to survive while I’m squeezing the blood from a stone, a stone
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| Frozen in time and I’m deeply entwined
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| It’s fools gold, I can’t say that it’s not in vain
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| Not in vain
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| The space between God and machine
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| An energy of emotion
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| We are the space between God and machine
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| A truth better left unspoken
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| On a plain of digital debris
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| And the burnout glow of L.E.D.
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| Encrypted syllables
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| Heard in a bartered exchange of fate
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| Where the new gods play games with the souls that they create
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| And redemptions been traded in the name of desire
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| And freedoms exist
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| In flames in a floating pyre
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| I can’t say that it’s not in vain
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| I can’t say that it’ll ever change
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| But we scratch and we crawl just the same
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| Can you blame
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| The space between God and machine
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| An energy of emotion
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| We are the space between God and machine
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| A truth better left unspoken
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| And still we fight on
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| And still we fight on
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| And still we fight on
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| And still we fight on
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| And still we fight on
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| And on and on and on
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| Into the space between God and machine
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| An energy of emotion
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| We are the space between God and machine
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| A truth better left unspoken
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| The space between
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| The space between
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| The space between
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| The space between |