| Violent chambers, neon glaring off the white tile walls
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| Ethical sterility aims to quelch the smell of fear
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| We know of the agony you tand to here
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| We know pain just as you
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| Remember this forever
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| Master of life, your soul is so clinical
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| To heal, you maim, your reasons to cinical
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| Mindwild — you shall feel the pain you give
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| Mindwild — you will die if we can’t live
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| Now that we’re mindwild, you’re one of use
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| Something binds you, spikes of metak piercing through your thoughts
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| Mice and man are much the same, toxing pumper through your veins
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| Remember to take your pulse and chart the pain
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| You and me, eye to eye
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| I whisper through your nightmare
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| Master of life, a demi-god they call your like
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| Angel of death, now bleed red your robe of white
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| Mindwild — you shall feel the pain you give
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| Mindwild — you will die if we can’t live
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| Now that we’re mindwild, you’re one of use
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| Silent chambers, empty cages, shattered means of pain
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| Human, creatures, leave behind ruins of an evil dream
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| The final experiment has ceased the scream
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| You and we are of one
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| Remember this forever
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| Master of life, your kind is not masterly
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| Lay down the crown, you reign is mere anarchy
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| Mindwild — you shall feel the pain you give
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| Mindwild — you will die if we can’t live
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| Now that we’re mindwild, you’re one of use |