Here they come. They¡¯re marching my way again.
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I can see my reflection in their metallic skin
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Here they come. They¡¯re calling my name again.
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Conformity is their staple and status, their weapon
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Oh my precious sold out reputation!
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It means so much more than my beliefs!
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Will I face full attack from you?
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Will I break again like I¡¯ve been known to?
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Falling face first on my conscience today,
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But it¡¯s so much more comfortable this way.
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Come to me, my little sweet!
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I¡¯ve got scores of processed friends for you to meet.
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You¡¯ve always been my favorite dish.
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You¡¯re number 85 on my list.
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Come to me, my little baby!
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Please say yes, not no or maybe.
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Come to me my little treat!
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The system¡¯s hungry and it wants to eat.
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I already know that you don¡¯t love me so if I do not change,
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you¡¯ll just walk away
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Rise Of The Robots
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