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Ready to transmit
Grid map to the free load
Construct the rhythm tall
Stand by to decode
Survey the Battlefield like Saito (reference to the GITS character) off the black top
Power up the Ammo Yield
Cloaked up on black ops
I exhale the white mist
Cyber brain circus
Locked to pinpoint my sidefix
Brace for the kick-back
Zoom then I’m prescient
Ghost-hack the Firewall
Squeezed on the jump start
And respond to Messiah call
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Landscape mindswept
Feel the upheaval
Widespread grievance
No sight of people
Trails of mass movement
Slowly diminishing
As the earth burns
My backs burns are grimacing
Bittersweet silhouette
Promise of a new age
Eclipsed by a red mist
Or a burst of blue haze
All I see is Carrion
Souls flee the starscape
Yeah, check, yo
Dawn Of A Dark Day
Feet pounding the asphalt
Streets clouding in ash fall
We solemnly remember as we step through the embers
The absence of siren sounds deafening our senses
No more pretenses
Smoldering picket fences
Head bowed, we tread south, gathering wood to straggle us
Silence is our language
Shattered, we’re wounded travelers
Battered by the heat swell
Dust reflecting heat tone
Future’s in our hands once we resurrect the genome