Movements, movements
Movements, movements
In the belly of the machine you can hear the beta dreams
Of something evil working
You can hear the steel pedals grinding all the metal words
Breaking them down into a beautiful distortion
It's static over everything
Distraction plus chaos, disaster and order
The vibration that flies through me
Hyper-color screens start after the flip of the weight of a quarter
You turn to win the role to play the hero
The minimum wage to play the stage
And sacrifice sleep for zeroes
This is that monument for ma**es ready to dance
We cycle through every stage, now you're ready for chance
Nailed it down, build it up
Know that look with two or four
Fix your wings, and add a wedding ring
So we kick down [?]
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