| We sing our final song and soon this verse is over
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| He makes advances 'till his wheels cease to roll (His God is smiling)
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| His God is smiling on his cold mechanic soul
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| His plot is perfect if it sees no contradiction
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| There is no sign that he shows a sign of slowing
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| You’ve stained your skin and I won’t stick around, around
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| Long enough to count the hearts that hit the ground
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| So long ago was I one of them?
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| Your urgency hastened by his ingenuity (It's just a matter)
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| Matter of moments 'till your body is debris (So say a prayer)
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| His plot is perfect if it sees no contradiction
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| You’ve stained your skin and I won’t stick around, around
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| Long enough to count the hearts that hit the ground
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| So long ago was I one of them?
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| And still he moves on
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| Arm and iron conquer heart and soul
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| And what of those in silent disconnect
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| Sundry souls akin in consequence
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| Begging for bliss beyond the pain
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| Relief is just a turret’s turn away…
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| You’ve stained your skin and I won’t stick around, around
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| Long enough to count the hearts that hit the ground
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| So long ago was I one of them? |