| Humanity peeled from our bones
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| Deprived of integuments that make us real
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| Shadows of flesh to maintain the system
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| Our own blood splashes as we kneel
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| So meticulously machined
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| Into these obedient devices
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| Puppets, fine tuned, submissive drones
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| Replicas of each other, clones
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| We’re dormant accumulations of flesh
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| In a crimson filtered twilight
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| Mute witnesses to the game
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| Wrenches to keep the bolts of lies tight
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| We’re the fabric concealing the stains
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| The red tainted existence
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| The gullibles to bless your sins away
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| Rags to wipe your blooded trails
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| We give in to the atrophy
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| To the twining of self-thought knowledge
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| The purpose of the human mind reviled
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| Everlasting ignorance realized
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| The scarlet flood that inundates our powerless thoughts
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| Defenseless minds with the lies overfed
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| Every thought stained, defiled
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| Painted the color, the shade of electric red |