| Terrifying as the sound the ice breaks beneath you
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| They would never pull you out but I would and I will
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| Drawing ever closer now, the construct surround you
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| I can only give you more though you push me away
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| The hole you feed it will gratify you instantly
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| But what of me? |
| Am I far too real for you to see?
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| The end is nigh, it lives, I’ll die
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| Or bow before its feat
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| We synthesize, blow open wide
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| And I’ll wake up obsolete
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| All alone out there miles of beach stretched between us All your feelings soiled with acid and sad
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| Crawling through the sound, your moutain of data
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| Everything you sought, corrupted and bad
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| The hope you feed, it will you gratify you instantly
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| But what of me? |
| Am I far too real for you to see?
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| The end is nigh, it lives, I’ll die or bow before it’s feet
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| We synthesize, blow open wide
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| And I’ll wake up obsolete
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| In the waning light of what’s digital
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| Make you whole
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| I will pick you up, I’m your chariot
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| Take you home |