A tour de force, a rabid face
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behind the weapon kept in place
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by tortured hands in cold embrace
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A battle unconfused by chance,
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come step into our mortal dance
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and taste this ironclad romance
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For every kill the stronger will
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keeps getting stronger and the thrill
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of such control is wild but still
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A single life, what's that to me?
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A fading light no one can see
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yet such a pleasure death can be
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Used to be a single voice
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that vanished in a crowd
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Vague just like a distant sun
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when hidden by the clouds
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Found a way to surface
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and to speak my truth aloud
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Be powerful, stand fast and proud
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A tour de force, a rabid face
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behind the weapon kept in place
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by tortured hands in cold embrace
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A single life, what's that to me?
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A fading light no one can see
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yet such a pleasure death can be
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Nemesis
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| Machinae Supremacy |
