| Born into a sea of megabits, we now define a datatronic
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| Symbiosis for the new times to come: new, perfect machines
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| Of pain, next step to human slavery, plasticity and effective control
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| For laborious mass who turn the screw, obediente
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| We are here to light the way, the ministry of your decay
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| Disrupting all compromise, you will follow the line
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| We are the seed of neural damage, deficient technology
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| Tool of cynism and cruelty, a disease to inflict you severe injuries
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| We are made to constrain, to regulate current entries, to distorded
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| Perception of reality, so we delete the useless norm and recomposed the truth
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| To preserve your inept piece of mind
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| We are here to light the way, the ministry of your decay
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| Disrupting all compromise, you will follow the line
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| A pure halo of cold lies, we are breeding inside your mind
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| As puppet’s strings, we govern, immune and deaf to morality
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| A surge to cure dissidence, we bring patterns of salvation
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| Recreate the truth, immoralized: a strong pressure of authority
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| Connected to all, re-wired to every brain facilities
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| The strain of security will lead your steps into this world |