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Imagine a high robotic voice while reading this... I WORK FOR THE MACHINE HI!!! I'm a computer chip. Yes! My brother's H.A.L. Satan downloads to my brain, But I am in control. I am working for The B.E.A.S.T. Big Brother's database. Watch me take my orders. Watch me interface. I cannot get away now. Hooked to the terminal. I have lost all sense of self And all my hope as well. I am just a microchip With no will of my own. I am just a barcode Made of flesh and bone. Yes, I have been branded On my forehead and my hand. I gave my soul to Lucifer I didn't understand... I work for the anthill. The anthill is my home. I am the collective mind I am just a drone. I work for the anthill Things aren't as they seem... I work for the anthill. I work for the Machine. I will live much longer, yes. I'm healthy, I'm not shy. I will do as I am told Although its all a lie. The B.E.A.S.T. will take care of me I will never want I will follow to my death Because I wear the MARK. I will starve and persecute. I will do it blind. I hate all Believers 'Cause I don't have a mind. I work for the anthill. The anthill is my home. I am the collective mind. I am just a drone. I work for the anthill. I have lost my dream. I work for the anthill... I WORK FOR THE MACHINE.
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Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
Another Rap song. Soon to be produced...
Imagine a high robotic voice while reading this... I WORK FOR THE MACHINE HI!!! I'm a computer chip. Yes! My brother's H.A.L. Satan downloads to my brain, But I am in control. I am working for The B.E.A.S.T. Big Brother's database. Watch me take my orders. Watch me interface. I cannot get away now. Hooked to the terminal. I have lost all sense of self And all my hope as well. I am just a microchip With no will of my own. I am just a barcode Made of flesh and bone. Yes, I have been branded On my forehead and my hand. I gave my soul to Lucifer I didn't understand... I work for the anthill. The anthill is my home. I am the collective mind I am just a drone. I work for the anthill Things aren't as they seem... I work for the anthill. I work for the Machine. I will live much longer, yes. I'm healthy, I'm not shy. I will do as I am told Although its all a lie. The B.E.A.S.T. will take care of me I will never want I will follow to my death Because I wear the MARK. I will starve and persecute. I will do it blind. I hate all Believers 'Cause I don't have a mind. I work for the anthill. The anthill is my home. I am the collective mind. I am just a drone. I work for the anthill. I have lost my dream. I work for the anthill... I WORK FOR THE MACHINE.
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SoulSurvivor
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Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
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