| In the aftermath of war
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| Our inactions can’t be remembered
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| Because there was none of that
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| Never will we be limited to spare parts
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| Let all the color of our eyes
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| Take a good look at the synthetic fiends
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| That’s the enemy, that’s the suppressors
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| They won’t harvest our thoughts tonight
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| Some people make me wonder
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| How they qualified to be a part of humanity at all
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| But everyone around me here
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| Makes me proud of my fleshly temple
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| Our enclave will be secured
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| And the machines will be denied any entry
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| Their callousness has no power here
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| Always neglect their inhuman origin
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| This time, it’s all about us
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| We live for the day
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| Not a tomorrow that might never come
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| We are only human
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| But with our bare hands, you will succumb
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| Death is more universal than life
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| Everyone dies but not everyone lives
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| Show us now to the unknown entity
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| And allow us to short-circuit his mind
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| Some people make me wonder
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| How they qualified to be a part of humanity at all
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| But everyone around me here
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| Makes me proud of my fleshly temple
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| This time, it’s all about us
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| We live for the day
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| Not a tomorrow that might never come
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| We are only human
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| But with our bare hands, you will succumb
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| We will strangle you with our flesh
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| Throw our bodies on your gears
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| And drown you in our blood
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| Our last defiance will echo for years
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| (Echo for years, echo for years)
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| Unguided by the beacon of darkness
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| The flashbacks of our past life
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| Are hardwired into our cerebrum
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| They will always keep us motivated
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| Whoa… Whoa… Oh
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| Whoa…
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| Mercenaries in mankind’s survival
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| We will let the eclipse lead the fight
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| As our souls shift to a blacker black
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| Zion, our city, will be reconquered
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| This time, it’s all about us
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| This time, it’s all about us
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| We live for the day
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| Not a tomorrow that might never come
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| We are only human
|
| But with our bare hands, you will succumb
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| We will strangle you with our flesh
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| Throw our bodies on your gears
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| And drown you in our blood
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| Our last defiance will echo for years |