Automatons
The Celestial Parlour Orchestra
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Metal feet, a measured beat
Empty faces, lives repeat
They spin, they bow, in endless rows
A clockwork waltz where no one goes
Wheels and cogs in perfect rhyme
Trapped in steps, frozen in time
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One step falters, the rhythm tears
Would they notice, would they care?
One step falters, the rhythm tears
Would they notice, would they care?