| Locked in the darkness his purpose is clear
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| The tape running fast through the gears
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| Lost and forgotten it’s his greatest fear
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| The lone obsolete engineer is here!
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| Infernal trappings of long distant age
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| The Luddites march on in a rage
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| On through the darkness their purpose is clear
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| The novice is guiding the seer, it’s clear!
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| Algorithmic memories (fill the air)
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| Memory cells are coded (sit and stare)
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| Interfacing clouds (fill the brain)
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| Grotesque applications (kill the pain)
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| Programmed children stare at (vacant skies)
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| Pixilated landscapes (fill their eyes)
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| Cryptic messages sent out from (magazines)
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| Range guides soon arrive there (death machines)
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| Now your fate is resting in his hands
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| Victim of his vulgar lesson plans
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| Manumitted of this innocence
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| To a miracle of circumstance
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| Lust turns to avarice
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| Overwhelmed by cowardice
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| Sophomoric, indiscreet
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| In a violent trance
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| Overwhelming as it seems today
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| Inappropriate but who’s to say?
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| Silent binding of authority
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| Good intention wrapped in irony
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| Blustering arrogance
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| Lost in pomp and circumstance
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| Guilty in just one glance
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| Never to be free
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| Mustering the strength to hold him back
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| Waiting for misfortune’s whip to crack
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| Worth a lifetime of repressed desire
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| What you can’t have only fans the fire
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| Lust turns to avarice
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| Overwhelmed by cowardice
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| Sophomoric, indolence
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| In a violent trance |