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Lyrics: Mid-day your legs shake We call that tech ache A rank of cords plugged into your arm No alarm, no warning signs Drift strikes; withering, mindless, and violent Deep inside my mind I find the time (to uncover, discover, and breathe) Im no longer free (rip out the circuits inside of me) Lost to drift in thoughts of what I could be Weve done all we can Drift unfolds and we wont survive We are no longer safe from what we have spawned Sirens blare as we run and hide Were at fault we have lost control Deep inside I find the time They just continue to drift
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 03:28:27 +0000

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