| It’s a spring for a dead puppet
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| Animation of soulless one
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| Where used to be an empty socket
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| Now lies a piercing gaze
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| Spinning wild in a wheel of torment
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| You see them driven nails
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| Repulsive method of being tied to their game —
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| One nail, one limb, one through brain
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| Now there you are, hopeless among the rotten
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| The reek it burns your guts
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| How long was the slumber of this soulless matter?
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| The shock will allow no tears to run
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| Diversion tactics allowed us to fall a victim
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| The machine did grind us all
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| Same machine grinds gold to shining towers
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| Moulded from our flesh and bone
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| They made you crawl through blades —
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| Such is life!
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| They made you kneel and pray —
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| Now that’s your fault!
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| Spewing lies is a mouth of media
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| Soothing screen, hollow to core
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| Busy hands writing down the liars doctrine —
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| Sweet dreams, o' dedicated fool
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| But as long as one has two eyes open
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| The big picture might get shards
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| I’ve seen enough of this pit of debris
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| I might as well set it burn
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| They made you crawl through blades —
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| Such is life!
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| They made you kneel and pray —
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| Now that’s your fault! |