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Come to me you willing ones.
Blind and sick on rotten meal.
One by one like fatting cows.
Snap you jump and blink, you yield.
The good will not be cloned,
But you are made by the wheels that turn.
The good will not be cloned
You know in time you will be found and revealed.
Keep the bleeding sheep in count.
You're all numbered ounce by ounce.
No trace of nobility.
Us poor starve on crumbs you leave.
The good will not be cloned,
But you are made by the wheels that turn.
The good will not be cloned
You know in time you will be found and revealed.
A decade of being forgotten.
A decade of being forgotten.
No more.
No more.
No more being forgotten.
No more being forgotten...
