| No faith, no calm, no chase, no fission bomb
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| No breath, no taste, no meds, no human waste
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| No time to die, no sign to tag the lie
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| No breaks, no bounds, no space to run aground
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| We’re not blind
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| No aim, no fear, no need to interfere
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| No sex, no drugs, no clue how to fix the bugs
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| The faults are repeating, we crossed the line
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| Are we just competing against the humankind
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| The thoughts we’re defeating are redefined
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| And if we’re deleted by parasites, well, we don’t give a fuck
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| No tasks, no blame, no charge, no hall of fame
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| No hell, no bucks, no bed, no sleep, it sucks
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| No sense, no life, no omen we could survive
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| No blood, no grief, no cure for the strong belief |