Everything went off without a hitch,

your marketing sales pitch.

No one noticed the twitch in your eye,

or the growing itch to stop the lie.

No, they’d just have to face the suicide,

the stock shock of a consolidation nation.

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Merge the soul and the mind

into a computerized nine circle lie.

Let the flames rise high—

higher and higher we rise,

even as the world is falling around us.

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There were only three keys to press:

One for the cameras, set to erase.

One for the self-destruct, meant to erase.

And the last for the most important of all:

Something to ease the pain.

They never saw the suicide,

the mock shock of a consolidation nation.

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Verge the cold with a lie

along the border of reality, baby.

Let the flames rise high—

higher and higher we’ll die,

even though the world has fallen around us.

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It’s too late, we can’t take the heat.

When will we meet when our love has been

burned, burned, burnt

by our mistakes and our games that have

set the world aflame?

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It was just for a smile,

for a thrill, for a kill.

We hadn’t died in such a while,

why not take the rest of it with us?

-

Merge the soul and the mind

into a computerized nine circle lie.

Let the flames rise high—

higher and higher we rise,

even as the world is falling around us.

-

When will we meet when our love has been

burned, burned, burnt

by our mistakes and our games that have

set the world aflame?