Such shit Stratifying strategy Epitomize the persona of suffering And sell it for all you can I ate it all up, every fucking word And now you think A wall of walking corpses will make you a star And the endless roar of emptiness starts to sound a lot like applause All the boys look the same All the boys forget my name You found the look but lost the message Oh god praxis Yeah theirs a weight to it It has a ring to it It fucking hurts me Yeah yeah When I no longer can believe that you will stand up for me Or that you ever would have It hurts to know that all my favourite songs really meant nothing at all Algorithmic survival engine Blood shed on hollow circuitry Doesnt matter whos The machine speaks death One ten one five one three one Hyperbolix matter resolution My sacrifice Flesh laid on the alter God help me The machine speaks death Cables in my mouth spasm Short verge on locus obsolescence achieved I will lie in the waste I created The machine speaks my once name
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