Morbid computer
Controls your mind
Morbid creation
Distort your sight
Break the chain
Snap out of it
Mechanic weapons of conformity
They enter your mind
To control and command
To shift your will
To delete you from your space
Worldwide confusion
Morbid computer
Controls your mind
Morbid creation
Distort your sight
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It hits you hard, grinds you to shreds, sniffs you up its nose, devours you and spits you out. Then it roles over you like a tank. Finally it pats you on the back and you have a beer together. I'm loving the shit out of this bastard. mourner