| Welcome to the pride of our super-bio-crystal
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| Please just take a seat, you’ll need one…
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| You have been chosen to host our new agent
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| And hold the flame of the principle
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| That will guide humanity from now on
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| You ask me to smile and find a reason to accept your grime
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| Become a guinea pig and be part of the crime…
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| Enter your new master (the Meta-Morale)
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| A reality you can’t escape
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| Conflicts * Seizure * Meta-Morale
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| Enter your new master (the Meta-Morale)
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| There’s no way around, no way out of the pressure
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| Conflicts * Seizure * Meta-Morale
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| These walls define the sides of a physical realm of treachery
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| I’m locked inside a cage made of strifes
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| I can’t remember the smells and the textures
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| Or even the name I’m known by
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| Their damn cure has left little alive
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| But I’ll keep hoping for me that the poison inside
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| Succeed to destroy me, releasing my mind…
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| Enter your new master (the Meta-Morale)
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| A reality you can’t escape
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| Conflicts * Seizure * Meta-Morale
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| Enter your new master (the Meta-Morale)
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| There’s no way around, no way out of the pressure
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| Conflicts * Seizure * Meta-Morale
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| «Just a little sacrifice»
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| These words are worth a thousand lies
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| Enter your new master (the Meta-Morale)
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| A reality you can’t escape
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| Conflicts * Seizure * Meta-Morale
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| Enter your new master (the Meta-Morale)
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| There’s no way around, no way out of the pressure
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| Conflicts * Seizure * Meta-Morale |