| Behold our enemy, the cut throuat machinery
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| In for the kill, we’ll never know what hit us, no
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| Extinction in evolution, activity in vague memory
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| Behold the obscene — we’re at one with the machines
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| A soulles existence, spiritual decadence
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| We begged for this damnation
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| But hoped to hell it would vanish when it came
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| Developing and breeding mechanical species
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| A spawn of enemies, enslaver of minds
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| Burning the remains of thoughts
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| This phoenix will not rise from its ashes
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| Sleeping awake, all questions die
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| We are replaced, never knowing what happened or why
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| Self alteration, be part of the humachinery
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| But time shall tell you are your own enemy
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| We begged for this damnation
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| But hoped to hell it would vanish when it came
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| Focused on advancing, obsessed by perfection
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| Yet the tides are turning, and the mirror of illusions cracks |