| Without the pain, let’s get down again
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| Conscience left, disappeared without a trace
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| Bones and metal twist, they shudder from the sound it makes
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| If I die please shoot my ashes into outer space
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| Replace this heart with a metal pump please
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| Spark wires and fire me up with a jump-lead
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| Replace this brain with a motherboard
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| Delete the memories so I don’t suffer more
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| I don’t want to see the pain
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| I don’t want to breathe again
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| Speaking in code, check the bleeps and the tones
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| Lies get exposed so speak what you know
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| You reap what you sow then you eat what you grow
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| A brand new heart made in steel and it’s cold
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| With this armour I built that is keeping me whole
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| I’m a cyborg like your Sci-fi story said
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| I don’t really want to feel now
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| This is for the best
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| Hook:
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| It’s understandable living so mechanical
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| Built by a company and they branded you
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| Now you do what you programmed to do
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| Then we gain control but we don’t have a clue
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| Anger got me flying off the handle once more
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| Now I’m just trying to get control of one thought
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| How did I get back here without noticing
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| People near me all talk poison on some cobra shit
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| I juggle with the choices, struggle with the voices
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| In my head now which makes the most sense
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| Not so blessed some think they’ll blow next
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| But their talk’s not really new to an old head
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| Alarm bells ringing like code red
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| When they try interfere, take over the process
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| A parasite feeding off your energy
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| You trying to keep the balance in a way that it was meant to be
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| We don’t want to be laying with the enemy
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| We take control and create independently
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| Stress’ll have you up turning in your sleep
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| So would I be better off to just work like a machine
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| Hook:
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| It’s understandable living so mechanical
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| Build by a company and they branded you
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| Now you do what you programmed to do
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| Then we gain control but we don’t have a clue |