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10. Machine
Bring out baser instincts
Inside lies the machine
Sleeps tight, forever dreams
The grids assemble
Balance, patience and fears
Retract, settling the scheme
To spread over the seed
For many years to come
Hey you, would you lead the way
Hey you, has the road been paved
Our days are done
Blessed are the sinners
These days are gone
Blessed are the sinners
Inside lies the machine
Built from human ordeals
Sleeps tight forever dreams
Unwinding circles
Triggered by the sound of screams
The rightful son of man
Creates deceptive routine
Fevered ensemble
Our days are done
Blessed are the sinners
These days are gone
Blessed are the sinners
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