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Surrounded by a faceless crowd |
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An operational decline, system closure |
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Abandoned aerials all around |
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Scrambling pictures crackling sounds, failing senses |
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Communication cutting out |
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The airwaves must be breaking down, intercepted, call disrupted |
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First step through the door and |
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I've been here once before |
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Back then in control held tight in my hands |
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And I threw it all away to glimpse the other side |
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Dissection starts with just a cut |
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Another specimen prepared for incision |
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The surgeon brandished the knife |
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He whispers, "This won't hurt a bit, maybe a little", it's just procedure |
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First step through the door and |
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I've been here once before |
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Back then in control held tight in my hands |
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And I threw it all away to glimpse the other side |
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Eyes sunk in my head, hesitation will be death, push back, kick it out |
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Bring down the satellite |
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Bring down the satellite |
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Bring down the satellite... |
