| Perpetual limbo, our life, strung out by routine
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| Why are we cornered by choices we made?
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| Stagnant progression
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| Perpetual limbo, our pointless life
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| Stagnant progression
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| All we are — worthless stains prolonging existence
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| What we are — a cesspool of procreating misery
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| Start — stop — play — repeat
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| Slaves to the grind, slaves to our basic needs
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| Start — stop — play — repeat
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| We are infertile, we are rotting soil
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| We are pawns on this wretched coil
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| All we are — worthless stains prolonging existence
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| What we are — a cesspool of procreating misery
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| Break up the routine — in me
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| Break up the spiral of our defunct lives
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| Break up the routine — in me
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| Breaking the chains
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| Start — stop — play — repeat
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| Slaves to the grind, slaves to our basic needs
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| Start — stop — play — repeat
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| Mechanized to follow this pattern of abnegation
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| Robotized to fit the mold of our world, surrender
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| Break up the routine — in me
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| Break up the spiral of our defunct lives
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| Break up the routine — in me
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| Breaking the chains
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| Words are written and voices are heard
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| Big empty gestures, yet nothing turns
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| This is the epitomy of mankind
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| The height of consciousness
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| Breaking the chains
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| Start, stop, play, repeat
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| An endless loop celebrating our defeat |