| We march
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| It seems as though years have passed
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| Since I have seen the light of day
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| I can hear the sounds of tortured souls
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| Begging for their life
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| I am forsaken
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| I cannot be forsaken
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| We march
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| Perfectly aligned to an unknown destination
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| Whispering among the drones becomes irrelevant
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| We’re forsaken
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| Unexplainable, someone save us from
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| Someone save us
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| Unexplainable, someone save us from
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| Someone save us
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| Unexplainable, someone save us from
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| Someone save us
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| Unexplainable, someone save us from
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| Someone save us
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| We are slaves to ourselves
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| We are slaves, there is no salvation
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| We are slaves to ourselves
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| We are slaves, there is no salvation
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| We are slaves to ourselves
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| We are slaves, there is no salvation
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| We are slaves to ourselves
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| We are slaves, there is no salvation
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| In this wasteland, I have nothing left
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| I’m a slave to myself
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| In this wasteland, I have nothing left
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| I’m a slave to myself
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| We are slaves to ourselves
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| We are slaves, there is no salvation
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| I am forsaken
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| I cannot be forsaken
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| We march
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| It seems as though years have passed
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| Since I have seen the light of day
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| I can hear the sounds of tortured souls
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| Begging for their life |