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All this old machinery architected to comply
Built from blueprints over centuries in blood-red ink that never dries
When will it stop?
If there’s no more to give then tell me what have we got?
It’s ensouled all around us
Stopping the clock
Check what feelings are true
What seemed so solid is not The confusion confounds us
Please let go
Because if it’s all a realization of a need that can’t be filled
Then this masquerade continues until theres no more life to kill
When will it stop?
If there’s no more to give then tell me what have we got?
It’s ensouled all around us
Stopping the clock
Check what feelings are true
What seemed so solid is not The confusion confounds us
Please let go