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Rushing downstream thought the tragedies of man

A cancer growth as the sun

Disfigured art inside the galleries of the damned

A lost machinery we're overrun

One detailed overlooked

A flaw in your design

Your hands forever hooked

In filth you rise

We're running out of lies

Imperfection

All units fall

The purpose lost

We've rid all sights of change

Structures fragile

Another addiction

All concentric

Seeking shelter in the long gone, ridden, flaws

Disfigured theory of thought

All time meant nothing there's no change to be seen

On the same basis, your friends and you fiends

One detailed overlooked

A flaw in your design

Your hands forever hooked

In filth you rise

All concentric

With indifference we face the dawn of man

Mind pace still though the storm

We've seen it all synched with movements of the hand

Fever breed given form

All details planned inside a plot already fixed

A cancer growth as the sun

Stillborn evolution, everlasting itch

A lost machinery we're overrun