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Will of the world Freedom for all God given right. To **** Them all. Now we go It's time to fall Right out of line It's time to go We go Round and round on the circle Live by and die For what This force Drives home ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ Music box ticks out a song Then stops Wind it back up ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ Just like The lamb I came Blind and mute to the slaughter The same The same way As it goes It's just the same There is No longer hope Round and round on the circle We live and die For what This force Drives home Pouring my Iron down into the mold It glows Across my face My hands They quake And as it sets I can start to see My Face Round and round on the circle I watch them go Living to die By the hand Of a force Bringing them home And it's not much of A strech Ive come to second guess ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ The music box shatters Deep inside me something feels chains crawling all along its back.
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Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 4:57 AM UTC
Subversion Of The Demonic Automation
Will of the world Freedom for all God given right. To **** Them all. Now we go It's time to fall Right out of line It's time to go We go Round and round on the circle Live by and die For what This force Drives home ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ Music box ticks out a song Then stops Wind it back up ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ Just like The lamb I came Blind and mute to the slaughter The same The same way As it goes It's just the same There is No longer hope Round and round on the circle We live and die For what This force Drives home Pouring my Iron down into the mold It glows Across my face My hands They quake And as it sets I can start to see My Face Round and round on the circle I watch them go Living to die By the hand Of a force Bringing them home And it's not much of A strech Ive come to second guess ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ The music box shatters Deep inside me something feels chains crawling all along its back.
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Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 4:57 AM UTC
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