in this place we find each other
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a tribute to the wise
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who view with open eyes
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expose the lies of our brothers
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misled and lost between
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the surface and the screen
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We are not alone to defy
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we stand and those who push us down will die
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Under a blackened sky
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We light the torches and we hear the sound
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of the soundtrack to the rebellion
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We break the silence and we make the sound
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of the soundtrack to the rebellion
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they sit and suck the tit of power
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they claim it for us all
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but keep it within walls
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these men aim to slowly devour
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and they lock you into sleep
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while silently they reap
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They lie! Don't hear their blinded words of dread
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The phantoms you fear they put inside your head
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It fuels the flames throughout the night
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Soundtrack to the Rebellion
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| Machinae Supremacy |
