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    We wrote these plans, took the order, the architecture
    And followed them to the end until the gears ground cold
    And relentless, there was no remorse, we had none
    We kept on with no trace of a regret
    I never saw any blood, no soul for the body

    Watch them turn her scab covered skin into stone like a coal
    In the sky searching for the dawn for the last time
    Bloated with white eyes wide, we've come to an understanding
    You lose I profit high noon

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    And there ain't no secrets, no more excuses
    Now our number's up, let them lead us by the throat
    Now just smile while the rope pulls tighter
    Guilty is an understatement, the hourglass is never right

    Side up and all the time we try to tear the script up forgetting all the sour
    For the sweet the paragraph has never been so empty
    The mother dies with infant in arms, the lifeless test tube
    Look what she's done, evolution gave us a clock that's always winding down

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    Composition: Ben Weinman and Greg Puciato

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