| The operator chamber is filled with smoke
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| Click track, then timer, then creation mode
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| Take your days as a block and crank them loud
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| Beat the clock like a rock, an answer will come out
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| Not thinking of anything, guided by fears and dreams
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| Mixing our emotions loading a rebellion
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| Confined in a closet, exploring space
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| What you think, who you are
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| Becomes the same
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| It all gets together, visions appear
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| Then the room gets colder, I think you’re here
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| Not thinking of anything, guided by fears and dreams
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| Mixing our emotions, loading a rebellion
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| Images of death, of wars to come
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| The catastrophes, poison, pollution
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| And all that is good, became destruction
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| But so far so good, the end of reason
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| And all that is good, became illusion
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| But so far so good… just keep on…
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| How far to go? |