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Surrounded by a faceless crowd an operational decline, system closure abandoned aerials all around scrambling pictures crackling sounds, failing senses communication cutting out the airwaves must be breaking down intercepted, call disrupted dissection starts with just a cut another specimen prepared for incision the surgeon brandishes the knife he whispers this won't hurt a bit maybe a little, it's just procedure first step through the door and I've been here once before back then in control held tight in my hands and I threw it all away to glimpse the other side eyes sunk in my head hesitation will be death push back kick it out bring down the satellite From Letras Mania