The Very Same
We're forced to be the riders of stained glass skies Anyhow, anyway We're forced to be the bridlers of flight of minds Eery time, every way.
We're forced to be bolts in a mechanism to run its own way Cogwheel brains, petrified phrases Functional powerslaves Different times, different ways.
Flaws are the very same We are breathing warheads of mind terror tactics Anyhow, anyway Deep space metamorphs drive us frantic Hyperlies come into play We're forced to be bolts in a mechanism to run its own way Cogwheel brains petrified phrases Functional powerslaves Different times, different ways Flaws are the very same.
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