| I’m directing the cables, connecting things.
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| I’m weaving together the major parts,
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| I’m implanting all the pins,
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| I finish the job by fits and starts.
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| it’s looking good, it’s looking fine,
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| I’m sticking a needle in my vein.
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| my blood is stimulated by a sine,
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| I feel a vibration, but little pain.
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| I’m falling apart,
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| the rhythm dictates my heart.
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| the sound controls my mind,
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| we are now synchronized,
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| we are aligned.
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| I’m falling apart,
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| the rhythm dictates my heart.
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| the sound controls my mind,
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| we are now synchronized,
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| we are aligned.
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| I’m building this machine for my mind,
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| I want to create its own unique kind.
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| this technology is for all of mankind,
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| but I want to synchronize my brain.
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| this machine of sound is a part of me,
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| I’ve got direct access to its memory.
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| is the machine in control, or is it me?
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| who will it be?
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| who will it be?
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| who will it be?
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| I’m falling apart,
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| the rhythm dictates my heart.
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| the sound controls my mind,
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| 'cause we are now synchronized,
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| we are aligned.
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| I’m taking control,
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| I’ll assimilate your soul.
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| I will rule your mind,
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| 'cause we are now synchronized,
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| we are aligned. |