| Ever get the feeling
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| Like you’ve hit the ceiling
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| Like you’re always sitting down or kneeling
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| InRead invented by Teads
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| Guess your heart is beating
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| But you don’t really feel alive
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| Sleepwalking 9-to-5
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| Humanity compromised
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| If you’re feeling like another little piece of the machine
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| Another number without a name
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| Shut down with me!
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| We are the dysfunction
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| The virus, the malfunction
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| The roaches underground
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| To kill the machine, kill the machine
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| Shut it down!
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| We are the resistance
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| A wrench thrown in the system
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| We are the sound of spirit
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| So kill the machine, kill the machine
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| Shut it down!
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| And maybe, and maybe, and maybe you’ll hear it
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| Shut down with me!
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| Getting tired of all this
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| Running without purpose
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| We’re not meant to feel so fucking useless
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| Guess I’m barely breathing
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| But I don’t really feel alive
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| In this undead suburbia
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| My human mind mechanized
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| I refuse to be another little piece of the machine
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| Another number without a name
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| Shut down with me
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| We are the dysfunction
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| The virus, the malfunction
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| The roaches underground
|
| To kill the machine, kill the machine
|
| Shut it down!
|
| We are the resistance
|
| A wrench thrown in the system
|
| We are the sound of spirit
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| So kill the machine, kill the machine
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| Shut it down!
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| Shut it down
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| Come on, come on, come on
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| I refuse to contribute another cell
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| To the growth of this cancer
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| I dedicate myself to the pursuit of value
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| You can’t express with a number on your fucking spreadsheets
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| We are the dysfunction
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| The virus, the malfunction
|
| The roaches underground
|
| To kill the machine, kill the machine
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| Shut it down!
|
| We are the resistance
|
| A wrench thrown in the system
|
| We are the sound of spirit
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| So kill the machine, kill the machine
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| Kill the machine, kill the machine
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| Shut it down! |