Automatic Chance - Critical Sector | Текст песни

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• Automatic Chance
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Every day I wake and survey the cesspool that we call a planet
Toxic drones polluting every place that they inhabit
Cadmium and lead comprise the basis of your intellect
Reminding me of reasons I detest the things that you expect
When I’m suiting up to face it, there is blood upon my fist
There is metal in your tongue and silent screaming in your spit
Critical antithesis calling to the cold
Affirmation of the banal darkness in your soul
Cynical sanity, I’ll say it once again
That you won’t breathe if you can oxide the virus in your veins

Overclocked, don’t stop!
Push the limits of perception
Superseding boundaries of common misconception
To be swallowed, to be heard, tribute to our darkest year
On top, let it rock enemies of fear

Mister Synthesis, we’ve got a problem and no fix
And there will be an insurrection if your trigger wire’s tripped

Possession is as fatalistic as the dosage you inflict
Aggressive sub-machine synapses, solve for suicide and quit
The answer to your problem isn’t fate, sadistic gun
Though you’d like to take the easy way and chalk it up to fun
Visceral vanity help me to obtain all the carnal pleasure of a bloodstain
Silicon lust is penetrating us though we fall like fires in the rain
We are not complete without an upgrade
We can buy it all with a click
We cannot remember to be satisfied
We are all positively sick

Mercury is seeping through my teeth
Elemental deprivation of sleep makes you mad as a housewife
Hashing hostile contraband to buffer in our dreams
Though the data link fails before you get to scream
Exothermic innuendo keeps us docile and afraid
Images that tame as sure as research knows your name
Sever all the ties to an emasculated state
God is guarding heaven with an AK

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