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Fishing in the blackest lake,
Wander past the gate.
Guards told to bare,
Witness to the air,
That permeates
Untold fills the glass, half empty, resent me,
Decide the movement wasn't yours to make.
I take these hands,
Sketching out the plans,
of my survival.
Consider what moves, this needle to the groove,
What does it mean, to be machine?
System retains, what's left inside the brain,
Look into it's eyes, see who dies.
Forced into it's hole,
A brain-dead, shallow soul.
Seek the mate that Genesis creates.
With living eyes the mayhem makes it's case,
From dust, chaos makes it's case.
Consider what moves, this needle to the groove,
What does it mean, to be machine?
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Fishing in the blackest lake,
Wander past the gate.
Guards told to bare,
Witness to the air,
That permeates
Untold fills the glass, half empty, resent me,
Decide the movement wasn't yours to make.
I take these hands,
Sketching out the plans,
of my survival.
Consider what moves, this needle to the groove,
What does it mean, to be machine?
System retains, what's left inside the brain,
Look into it's eyes, see who dies.
Forced into it's hole,
A brain-dead, shallow soul.
Seek the mate that Genesis creates.
With living eyes the mayhem makes it's case,
From dust, chaos makes it's case.
Consider what moves, this needle to the groove,
What does it mean, to be machine?
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