| — JM079387 calling Alpha-9 Station, please send us some help, they are taking
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| control!
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| — Too late, my dear, we will hunt you down again and again… endlessly until
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| you die!
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| The night is falling on the remains of our world
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| Will we ever see another sunrise?
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| Oh, we reached the point of no return
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| The only way to realise
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| As we wanted more and were becoming blind
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| Our creations became the loss of our kind
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| Now we try to hide from the mistakes we made
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| Torn apart by guilt we run in vain
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| Here come the Mechanicals
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| Ruthless, fearless, speeding up your fall
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| Kneel and watch your kingdom burn
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| You thought you own the Earth
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| But this time you will learn the hardest lesson
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| Welcome to the new world, a new reign begins
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| Domination, submission
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| A new race called Mechanicals
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| Our lives, threatened by this viral disease
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| We thought we could handle this affliction
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| No cure will stop the infection to spread
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| Condemned by our evolution
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| As we wanted more and were becoming deaf
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| We didn’t hear the cries of our people’s distress
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| Now we try to hide from the monsters we made
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| Torn apart by guilt we run in vain
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| Oh time to hide
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| Now we’re the ones who decide
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| We’ll erase all your mistakes
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| A clean slate to start again
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| You treat us like a virus
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| But you’re the ones destroying the Earth
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| Once your cancer is gone we’ll be able to bring the sun… back! |