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    You'll be re-used when we discompute.
    You'll miss the abuse when we discompute.
    Remote control soul, microchip mind.
    Mechanical soul this body redefined.
    Paralyzed and mesmerized.
    We've been disconnected from anything real.

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    Composition: This Computer Kills

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