[Halford/Downing/Tipton]
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We'd taken too much for granted
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And all the time it had grown
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From techno seeds we'd first planted
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Evolved a mind of its own
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Walking in the street dragging iron feet
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Laser beaming hearts
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Ripping men apart
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From what had been our perfection
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Where we could do as we please
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In secrecy this infection
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Was spreading like a disease
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Hiding underground
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Knowing we'd be found
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Fearing for our lives
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Reaped by robot scythes
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Metal gods metal gods
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Machines are taking all over
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With mankind in their command
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In time they'd learn to discover
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How they could make their demands
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Better be the slaves
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To their wicked ways
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Than meeting with our death
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Engulfed in molten breath
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Metal Gods
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| Halford (Rob Halford) |
