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Once we sought the call of the wild

Through the drudge and the dreariness

The safety of bright city lights

Their eternal flame in the night

Away from the seething construct

The gentle bars of the machine's duress

Away from that industrial harmony

Disassemble the cogs and the gilded wheels

Now we seek shelter from the wild

Deep within the construct's shade

Mere shadows, we seethe in the dark

Gnawing on the machine's remains

Cold in spitе of the last light

Deep is the night

Dark in spite of a myriad firеs

Cold is the night

Away from the seething construct

The gentle bars of the machine's duress

Away from that industrial harmony

Disassemble the cogs and the gilded wheels

Away from the seething construct

The gentle bars of the machine's duress

Away from, from that industrial harmony

Disassemble the cogs and the gilded wheels