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Perfection never seemed so reachable A though pattern used oh so many times in the past Passively waiting to fulfill our role Of flesh and steel, we live in the perfect symbiosis Reduced to consumer machines, We fulfilled the role we were thought to One foot in the grave; our common grave Perfection never seemed so reachable A though pattern used oh so many times in the past Passively waiting to fulfill our role Of flesh and steel, we live in the perfect symbiosis Reduced to consumer machines, We fulfilled the role we were thought to We create superfluous needs only to sustain our arrogance One foot in the grave; our common grave One foot in the grave; our common grave Coffin shaped incubators Take us one step closer to our doom Self inflicted destiny Take us one step closer to our doom Passively waiting to fulfill our role Letras de cancionesOf flesh and steel, we live in the perfect symbiosis Reduced to consumer machines, We fulfilled the role we were thought to We create superfluous needs only to sustain our arrogance One foot in the grave; our common grave One foot in the grave; our common grave (Thanks to Will for these lyrics) From Letras Mania