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They'll split your pride into pieces
Convert your soul in some gigas
Make you chase what they've been stealing
The city burns with their greed
There's no more saints anymore
We broke the rules of the world
Free your soul from their leash and watch this shit burn

Fuck, can you really give a fuck?
I don't really give a fuck anymore (These bridges burn)
Fuck, can you really give a fuck?
I don't really give a fuck anymore (Bargain your soul)
Fuck, can you really give a fuck?
I don't really give a fuck anymore (So just let go)
Fuck, can you really give a fuck?
I don't really give a fuck anymore (of their control)

Party in club, redrum, put your hands up
Bioware shock, 4 AM, new offspring
We control the sound, kick you out if we want to
Tastes so good, fuel blood, gonna die young

My bridges burn like hope
My fences rot like love

Cyberculture is on station
Destination, Infatuation
Neo-noir annihilation
Real life copycat
Why do I live? Why do I do?
I'm stuck in a dream in a grey fate review
Can you see a soul in a body that lives without water and can murder you?

Party in club, redrum, put your hands up
Bioware shock, 4 AM, new offspring
We control the sound, kick you out if we want to
Tastes so good, fuel blood, gonna die young
My bridges burn like hope
My fences rot like love
My bridges burn like hope (We'll be the wire to the conscious)
My fences rot like love (We'll be the death of the sacred)

We'll be the wire to the conscious
We'll be the death of the sacred

Moving frames are a perfect slaughter
New dystopia, metal flesh, human exobot
Tripping in knives, running out of this
You don't want me drinking all your destination

Moving frames are a perfect slaughter
New dystopia, metal flesh, human exobot
Tripping in knives, running out of this
You don't want me drinking all your destination

If I forget what I can't replace
If I regret memories untraced
New revolution
New revolution
New revolution
N3W offspring

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