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Concering things to come

Do you question me about my children?

Or give me order about the work of my hands?

Fuck your norms

And your new world

Work of my hands

Has built this land

Crown of stars

Or crown of thorns

Standardized feelings

Standardized thoughts

New dictatorship

Tries to set us free

Slaves in digital cuffs

Parts of the machine

One collective mind

Electronic brain

Tells you what to do

How to behave

Kill the machine

Concering things

To come

Do you question me

About my children?

Or give me order

About the work

Of my hands?