Crush us over and over again
[The years have come to this] An improper art form
Faking our own thoughts and sounds
Over and over again
[The years have come to this] An improper art form
faking our own thoughts and sounds [x3]
Robots crush, death of human-music [x2]

Bright lights fill the sky,
Track us through our fields of money
The old days seem s___ and primitive
Abduction, Control,
You write for me, Oh, master

Master of the machines, take this s___ and make it gold,
Make my face sparkle with fame,
Master of the machines [x3]
f___ them hard, f___ them hard, f___ them hard and neglect their thoughts [x2]

[They will never see us coming]
No more human voice, no more human actions! [x3]
[Imperfect f___s stand in the dark]

Crush us over and over again [x4]

The years have come to this, an improper art form
Faking our own thoughts and sounds
Robots crush

Death of human-music
Counteract the idea of control
Human emotion can only produce the thoughtful
Finally discovering the idea of perfect harmony
Harmony

This is the day we finally make beautiful notes again
But will we ever realize
A situation so far dead
Make this a war
Blood fills the sky
Drop the deadly dive-bomb
The end of this outside life we will find art again

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