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Four to one, it's when you get there
Tyranny, it's who's going down
A half-mast crowd, and these bodies fall
(One by one) These screams ring loud

Try to run, but you'll get nowhere
Time is lost, it's you who's meaningless
Fake that smile, and soon you'll feel
(All alone) These screams ring loud

Oh dboids, droids, droids
This is my turn on the intercom,
Built in ceiling speaker
Telling you to wake up

Rock my body

Sense of wanting something better
Sense of wanting something else
Relief comes with consent and indifference