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Chrysalis TornSynthesised, Your Way Is Ours And It’s A Liquid Vision Of A Crystalline WorldWithin A Tube Your World Is Formed, A Chrysalis That Shapes Your Thought Spawned Into Being A Scientists Dream, A Recipe For Human Torment Why You Were Born You’ll Never Know, Pity They Forgot To Remove The Soul Chorus: Caged In Nothing But An Empty Void To Keep Us Safe From Ourselves An Awakening Truth They Tried To Ignore The Madness Of Those Reborn Engineered As A Tool Of Conformity, Instinctively Knowing When To Bow Your Father, The Master, The Mentor, All Synthetic Proteins Without A Choice An Automaton With A Hidden Past, Soon To Rise And Take The Day A Creature Whose Soul Survives, Father, Master, Mentor, Slave The Weak Will Always Serve The Strong, As We Breed Our Armies Of Death You Tried To Play Creator And Got It Wrong, When We Are Finished There Will Be Nothing Left In Your Haste Towards Perfection It Became Impossible For Us To Be Killed Irony Is The Law Of Reality For The Strong Will Always Rule |