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CleanAddicted to the systems, shockWithout you are dead Talking to robots Dancing with machines Phantoms are mistaken Mystery solution death Craving for more limits A trigger tor the end Sometimes i dream... To build my own paradise I will build my own And when i open up my eyes This dream is erased And i am old when i die Heaven becomes clouded Batteries are low Vertical horizon Acid runs out of the cells Bathe your souls in this neon blood It is contaminated life Balanced on mortal remains And i see Everywhere just bacteria Everywhere i see But not here Cause i'm clean |