Within the wreckage, Lying behind the rusted door
The pleasures so
Falling in madness, you wreak of despair
Calling for spirits to
Synthetic systems, merging hybrids
new technologies
Rhythms of violence,
cuttin
Unity constructing isolation
Conformity constructing tyranny
Bureaucracy and adm
Social distortion, a result of reality
Mental abortion, no holding on
fast spreading disease
wasting away for a meaningless deathkey
slow dawning, min
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