Out of this cage
Out of this role of the future survivor
"Today – the aim of your living
don't care of your seeds
the sowing is over”
They're advertising, stamping apathy - an inner built 
of machinery
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A machine within an engine of desperation
They made me suffer, they made me ill
This seed - last of the plants without virus of hate-
plague
How to put it, where to and when?
The soil is infected
They're fertilizing the ground with apathy - an inner 
built of machinery
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Ill of this desolation
Only I have those sparkling dreams?
Only I have those thoughts?
Strobe light visions- ones and zeros again and again 
Every time I think of my seed it burns the freezing 
cold
The sowing is over, the harvest is on 
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The machine within - the harvester's on
The machine within - the harvest is on