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Flames of computer lights Warm the children's eyes they see. Their religion is Technology, But what truth lies behind their screams? Glimpses of the future, Children of fire with minds of steel Free thinking not allowed, Microchip logic can't feel. DARK DAYS Created from past life SHOW THE WAY. Is this the end for seen? One world Government-Imperfection- Oh, what does it mean? Metal hands held ready for population termination. DARK DAYS Where machines control WHAT YOU SAY. Time to take a stand, Got to change what will be. Take a stand and see The truth behind illicit function. Emotion is the key To reach through the lost memory. Matter over mind, This the future we brought to be. The law -programmed rights and wrongs- Robotic truth is all there can be. DARK DAYS Chained by knowledge IS OUR PRICE TO PAY. Erratic surveys follow you farther, Leaves little time. Holding on for the call, Computer printouts read: END OF LINE : DARK DAYS Another victim always awaits. ON AND ON THE GAME PLAYS. DARK DAYS Time after Time.
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Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 11:26 PM UTC
DARK DAYS
Flames of computer lights Warm the children's eyes they see. Their religion is Technology, But what truth lies behind their screams? Glimpses of the future, Children of fire with minds of steel Free thinking not allowed, Microchip logic can't feel. DARK DAYS Created from past life SHOW THE WAY. Is this the end for seen? One world Government-Imperfection- Oh, what does it mean? Metal hands held ready for population termination. DARK DAYS Where machines control WHAT YOU SAY. Time to take a stand, Got to change what will be. Take a stand and see The truth behind illicit function. Emotion is the key To reach through the lost memory. Matter over mind, This the future we brought to be. The law -programmed rights and wrongs- Robotic truth is all there can be. DARK DAYS Chained by knowledge IS OUR PRICE TO PAY. Erratic surveys follow you farther, Leaves little time. Holding on for the call, Computer printouts read: END OF LINE : DARK DAYS Another victim always awaits. ON AND ON THE GAME PLAYS. DARK DAYS Time after Time.
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Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 11:26 PM UTC
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