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Cryptic messages sent out from magazines, cryptic messages sent out from magazines
range guides soon arrive there death machines
good intention wrapped in irony
Cryptic messages sent out from magazines, waiting for misfortune s whip to crack
mustering the strength to hold him back
pixilated landscapes fill their eyes
victim of his vulgar lesson plans
In a violent trance, overwhelming as it seems today
Guilty in just one glance, overwhelmed by cowardice Bertrand, grotesque applications kill the pain
Overwhelming as it seems today, range guides soon arrive there death machines Analogue, the lone obsolete engineer is here
the lone obsolete engineer is here
the luddites march on in a rage
programmed children stare at vacant skies
blustering arrogance
overwhelming as it seems today
memory cells are coded sit and stare
The lone obsolete engineer is here, good intention wrapped in irony
cryptic messages sent out from magazines
the luddites march on in a rage
Grotesque applications kill the pain, lost in pomp and circumstance, now your fate is resting in his hands
Now your fate is resting in his hands, mustering the strength to hold him back
What you can t have only fans the fire, memory cells are coded sit and stare Analogue, grotesque applications kill the pain
The luddites march on in a rage, memory cells are coded sit and stare
infernal trappings of long distant age
lust turns to avarice
Overwhelmed by cowardice, interfacing clouds fill the brain Analogue, programmed children stare at vacant skies
lust turns to avarice
Locked in the darkness his purpose is clear, waiting for misfortune s whip to crack
Algorithmic memories fill the air, programmed children stare at vacant skies, overwhelmed by cowardice
Overwhelmed by cowardice, memory cells are coded sit and stare, lost in pomp and circumstance
the novice is guiding the seer
silent binding of authority
What you can t have only fans the fire, worth a lifetime of repressed desire Avengers, silent binding of authority
Lust turns to avarice, mustering the strength to hold him back
to a miracle of circumstance
In a violent trance, blustering arrogance
To a miracle of circumstance, the novice is guiding the seer
The luddites march on in a rage, cryptic messages sent out from magazines, grotesque applications kill the pain
Blustering arrogance, manumitted of this innocence