| Revenge of the fern…
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| Flint to the stone tool to the wheel to the lever to the inclined plane
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| Click o. |
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| It’s hurting your babies
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| Fused complete compliance the capital circuit disease…
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| Who is it…
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| A simple question assumes the bounty and temptation of bait…
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| Does this hurt
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| Screeches the chattering churn of Persephone’s fate
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| Determining machine. |
| as its humongous simple scrapes
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| At large wowing chronological mommies prize
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| And pain mates with heavy heaving monstrosity
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| A streamlined sky-stealing monstrosity
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| Charged nectars of steel flow 'til babies interlocked with babies
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| Such harmony… pointed cold touching harmony of mechanism
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| Mechanism beats massaging the air and walls between it shudder and split
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| Things are getting big and louder, drowning out fainter
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| Out an after glow of pale travesty becomes us…
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| A wish to be part of gears… made of parts…
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| Soaring through the clanging pattern of gears…
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| So precise and metal and meddle a working construct in destiny
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| The foreseeable right now… pushing for tangible… unhinged…
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| Pushing for fuel vital to bolts…
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| Our fuels mark a separation of water and sky…
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| Energy is both… fuel and separate existed until we… then its…
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| Maintained and updated a brilliant portrayal of likeness
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| In all the sure shock of good wiring
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| And bad example… crisp blue grey example
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| Sputters static the orderly structure of so solid
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| Choking and gasping with monotonous nauseating similarity… it depends
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| Hammered artificial by efficience as esoteric and obsolete
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| As the rickety behemoth it runs to keep ticking
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| Killer conventional kills house plants
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| Hurts ourselves with rough drafts for a 90's orbit and
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| Powers refinement… a killer’s refined…
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| Watch your hand, the motorized lifestyle likes to bite and grind
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| Aren’t we daring or dumb, dumb enough to plug in bread and water
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| Watch the young thing suck volts and chew snapping binary jaws
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| It hates our codes with technical difficulty
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| So what’s hunted used to flick the switch and now
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| The instruction manual is rusty and reads funny
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| Outdated seems to have exchanged in the function
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| Shutting valves, closer, fixing leaks closer repairing closer still
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| Creating robotic tears the tender tummy of human just
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| Pray it never mutilates the sensuous and perfect earthen vagina
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| We dug the iron from…
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| State of the art more like desire of the kings
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| And their smoldering less
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| Everything’s a tooth when flesh is moist flower petal soft
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| So soft all is lost in the swift inactionable gutting of discovery…
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| The things are getting smarter, we are getting closer
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| Are getting sharper, we’re there
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| Will we do nothing and have it no other way…
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| Science lives, skylines crushing our chest…
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| Someone stop the curbs from bleeding
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| Last monkey born out of captivity now dies…
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| An alarm does not go off and a moment is not spared…
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| Click return is hit… extinction… |