| The mouth full of dust and dare
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| To walk out to the void
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| Pressure six feed over producing shell moulds
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| What a tragic toil
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| Lasting memories on a world full of remedies
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| Transposing all humanities for cold Moon’s Earth
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| Aseptic increase
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| Wake me up from the dead
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| They’re walking in cadence instead
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| Slavery, veins not red
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| Lustrous alloys composing dread
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| Just another world to fall
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| Just another one to crawl
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| For a machine-age
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| Another’s drama’s stage
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| Just another thing to do
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| Another Hell to go through
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| It’s the end and start
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| Another game of rage
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| Created by the ones to think
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| That man and sky collide
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| Like the deepest of emotions
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| Like the war of shore and tide
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| Lasting century without humanity
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| Times of dread and me
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| Just praying for torpidity
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| To stand machinery… exit: elegy
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| Break and stop, wake it up
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| Releasing Devil’s final lock
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| Hell and Heaven to collide
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| Again the war of shore and tide
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| Just another world to fall
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| Just another one to crawl
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| For a machine-age
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| Another’s drama’s stage
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| Just another thing to do
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| Another Hell to go through
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| It’s the end and start
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| Another game of rage
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| There was this desire
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| The control of fire
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| Developed to wire
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| You never knew
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| Devotion for sire
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| Exposing a liar
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| Mankind to expire
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| There’s nothing to do!
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| Just another world to fall
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| Just another one to crawl
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| For a machine-age
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| Another’s drama’s stage
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| Just another thing to do
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| Another Hell to go through
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| It’s the end and start
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| Another game of rage |