| Make my decisions, carry my flame
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| Reading my lines for the camera’s stare
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| Sentenced to follow
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| Mental incision easy to trace
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| Recycled all of my daily rhymes
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| Force me to read them the same
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| Minds that were not made for dreaming
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| Raise a functional
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| Hand that was not made for seeing
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| What we have become
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| There are no uncensored programs
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| We must refrain
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| Clear your minds
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| Run to be free
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| Waking in circles, man or machine
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| What are these programs we enter now
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| Are they not really the same
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| Minds that were not made for dreaming
|
| Raise a functional
|
| Hand that was not made for seeing
|
| What we have become
|
| There are no uncensored programs
|
| We must refrain
|
| Clear your minds
|
| Run to be free
|
| I’m reading your life line
|
| There is no time all systems go
|
| Waking in circles, man or machine
|
| What are these programs we enter now
|
| Are they not really the same
|
| Minds that were not made for dreaming
|
| Raise a functional
|
| Hand that was not made for seeing
|
| What we have become
|
| There are no uncensored programs
|
| We must refrain
|
| Clear your minds
|
| Run to be free
|
| I’m reading your life line
|
| There is no time all systems go
|
| Man or machine |