Whispering to your bridge, but it never listens
Without sin and evil
Turning the sausage machine
Working like cold cash
Being what it is
It was war
Putting the fear of god into you
Undone and twisted
Moving like an octopus
Tied into the knot
The magneto world
Dropping to the bottom
Blue with a slow drizzle
The empty soul rising
Like naked reality
With big oxygen eyes
The barren mechanical pull
Perfectly meaningless
Into the minus sign
Through the bright glitter
The last moment of time
Crossing over
And making you pay
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