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Here they come. Theyre marching my way again.
I can see my reflection in their metallic skin
Here they come. Theyre calling my name again.
Conformity is their staple and status, their weapon
Oh my precious sold out reputation!
It means so much more than my beliefs!
Will I face full attack from you?
Will I break again like Ive been known to?
Falling face first on my conscience today,
But its so much more comfortable this way.
Come to me, my little sweet!
Ive got scores of processed friends for you to meet.
Youve always been my favorite dish.
Youre number 85 on my list.
Come to me, my little baby!
Please say yes, not no or maybe.
Come to me my little treat!
The systems hungry and it wants to eat.
I already know that you dont love me so if I do not change,
youll just walk away