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Machinery The Passing

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Machinery. The Passing. Dead Man. Machinerie. The Passing. Dead Man.
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Nothing's different since yesterday Still not a man but property The liberated call me devil's creation A disgrace in the eye of god They make me plead

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Machinery. The Passing. I Divine. Machinerie. The Passing. Ik Divine.
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Set me free as I plead for more from the poor In the mane of Christianity I am he the senseless man who sells his souls So cry divine Down the curb lies

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Machinery. The Passing. Decide My Pain. Machinerie. The Passing. Beslis My Pain.
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It's in her eyes again Frail but yet relentless Convinced once more to fall on my knees And I yearn for more As I allow myself to be a part of the game

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Machinery. The Passing. Waiting For The Wave. Machinerie. The Passing. Waiting For The Wave.
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I'm bleeding All of me bleeding Let me run, let me fade away Can't hide behind the curtain Don't fit in within the frame And I plunge deeper and deeper

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Machinery. The Passing. Bloodline. Machinerie. The Passing. Bloodline.
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A streaming sense forms a downward spiral Receding flood gives birth to another tide A new ambition to mend our guilt and shame While we step forward

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Machinery. The Passing. The Passing. Machinerie. The Passing. The Passing.
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you all When you lose control Sensing light beyond Revelations gone Come, come grovel, crawl in front of me Come my children, your souls belong to me With a sigh I pass

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Machinery. The Passing. Reason Is The Rush. Machinerie. The Passing. Reden is de Rush.
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Disturbed - in pursuit for the ultimate high Need to breathe, need to sleep, need to clear my mind Restless - my body aches for more Too many times

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Machinery. The Passing. Delirium In Vengeance. Machinerie. The Passing. Delirium In Vengeance.
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Attached to negation Subdued retribution Fed with alienation Derived aggravation Demanding exaltation Resentful vexation Repellent oppression Martyr

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Machinery. The Passing. Cold. Machinerie. The Passing. Koud.
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Another sleepless night Shadows form and haunt my mind I gasp for breath I feel so cold, leave me alone My inferior life is torn Torn into pieces The