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Behind the face

Behind those eyes

A territory for corporate lies

A small device

To wane the mind

Masquerading to serve mankind

Infection spreading to your core

Do you know the score?

It's a march of the dead

Don't you step out of line

March of the dead

It's of human design

You're blind to the world around you

Distracted by the greed that binds you

Texting, you step out into traffic

I see you die, I think it's fucking fantastic

March of the dead

Your body animated

March of the dead

Your mind sedated

March of the dead