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Deflecting waves so eager to release

eyes so heavy with images that seen

all the vague, inane

and all those in despair

and after this so called life

the silence in the air

Work yourself to the bone

worship the machine or die alone

don't defy get in line

on the outside you'll appear just fine

Reaching deep down inside

and feeling everything died

is it all a lie in this aesthetic life?

We forge the tools if only to repair

and carve into our flesh

the signs that we bare

Work yourself to the bone

worship the machine or die alone

don't defy get in line

on the outside you'll appear just fine

Reaching deep down inside

and feeling everything died

is it all a lie in this aesthetic life?

Grind your soul in this world

these hordes entomb your life