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NIGHTMARE: MACHINE

The rising gods of technological terrors
Echo across the land with violent tremors
With such empty words peace becomes a weapon
Those poisoning machines spitting their venom

The great facade
Is interactive
We have become
So abstractive
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AT WAR WITH OURSELVES
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Survival, the basest desire
The species must die for hope to thrive
This nightmare becomes the kiss of death
Under your heel I can't hold my breath
I want to live with no signs of rust
But the last of us drifts with the dust
We are dependent on a pipe dream
ALL HAIL THE DREAM
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The nightmare machine
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We live as combatants as it's reigning tyrants
Among the chorus that heralds purging titans
Our savior lies with the slithering serpents
Cenobites writhe splitting hairs with warring prophets
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We're face to face
With abominations
Skull and crossbones
Our destination
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DESTROYING OURSELVES
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Survival, the basest desire
The species must die for hope to thrive
This nightmare becomes the kiss of death
Under your heel I can't hold my breath
I want to live with no signs of rust
But the last of us drifts with the dust
We are dependent on a pipe dream
ALL HAIL THE DREAM
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The nightmare machine
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Are we really even alive
Or just phantoms in the machine?
Programmed and designed to burn it down
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OBSOLETE
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Survival, the basest desire
The species must die for hope to thrive
This nightmare becomes the kiss of death
Under your heel I can't hold my breath
I want to live with no signs of rust
But the last of us drifts with the dust
We are dependent on a pipe dream
ALL HAIL THE DREAM
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The nightmare machine
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