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The sky is painted with blood tonight

With eagles falling dead to the ground

A cosmic algorithm is ruining my mind

Cold is the eye of a death satellite

There’s a beast and a ghost in the machine

Electronic, flesh demonic, planted is the seed

Doctrines from the matrix copy/pasted in my mind

Cold is the eye of a death satellite

Calling, calling

I see them beckoning me

Calling, calling

I see them beckoning me

Here’s a code that is hiding in plain sight

Obscuring my vision, blinded by the light

I had my cup of poison and the taste is bitter still

Cold is the eye of a death satellite

Calling, calling

I see them beckoning me

Calling, calling

I see them beckoning me

Maybe I’m a just a bit paranoid

But am I turning into a bloody android?

The sky is painted with blood tonight

With eagles falling dead

Calling, calling

I see them beckoning me

Calling, calling

I see them beckoning me

Dawning, dawning

Something is dawning on me

Dawning, dawning

That cold is the eye of a death satellite

Yes, cold is the eye of the death satellite