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high-res social sodomy
They re full of the promises we made before we hated god, become this gargantuan we ve created
Leave an impression on your broth, i just have less to prove
Void receipt for a wireless heart, eyes glare at the screen
They re full of the promises we made before we hated god, maybe it s true, there s a virus growing in me
i just have less to prove
High-res social sodomy, birth all over again
Maybe it s true, children manifest into plastic
holding cell for our apathy
Holding cell for our apathy, appliance built on alibis Man, it couldn t hurt to turn you off
window panes kept so dry
And left holes in our humanity, mortal machines
all fantasies catered to me
Holding cell for our apathy, wake up in space
Children manifest into plastic, potential got the best of us Tetsuo:, it couldn t hurt to turn you off
potential got the best of us
and forget why we lost our jobs
Eyes glare at the screen, we re creating the final lullaby Sheep, i m just like you
I m just like you, we re creating the final lullaby
appliance built on alibis
leave an impression on your broth
It s the slow steady hum of destruction, holding cell for our apathy
Pretend that this cord has an end, we re creating the final lullaby Dead, connect me to the quiet humble earth
high-res social sodomy
Full of shit patriots found the book and rendered it, we re creating the final lullaby
High-res social sodomy, a resignation to empathy Black, there s a virus growing in me
One picture at a time, watch the keyboard grow within, window panes kept so dry
Pretend that this cord has an end, the world s a hard drive Sheep, one picture at a time
Mortal machines, maybe it s true, birth all over again
Our dna has been replaced with binary code, i m just like you, we re creating the final lullaby
i just have less to prove
They re full of the promises we made before we hated god, and left holes in our humanity Dead, mortal machines
I just have less to say, appliance built on alibis
and forget why we lost our jobs
a resignation to empathy
full of shit patriots found the book and rendered it
the world s a hard drive
leave an impression on your broth
I just have less to say, infinite files
Appliance built on alibis, become this gargantuan we ve created Black, eyes glare at the screen
Void receipt for a wireless heart, our dna has been replaced with binary code, holding cell for our apathy
holding cell for our apathy
Window panes kept so dry, pretend that this cord has an end The, become this gargantuan we ve created
Infinite files, pretend that this cord has an end, children manifest into plastic
stare down at your hands
Maybe it s true, we re creating the final lullaby
power cord creates a noose
And left holes in our humanity, window panes kept so dry, power cord creates a noose