Glide from left to right
Logical steps to the passionate embrace
Craving abandon, chaos reins
Anarchy in the heart
Love in the mind
Soldiers fall short of the target
Mission incomplete
Children take to the streets
The machine knows no mercy
Pick your weapons, choose your poison
Stop the spinning circle
Start the path on solid ground
Purge the lies of the babbling
Brook roaring in your ears
The truth is sweet silence
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