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Signals received The parasite awakes, in a pebble mind Devil sat on his shoulder Took over the reins The now fumble guiding a carrion Toy soldiers, they walk among us Activated tools of the trade, engineering rather than born With rage inoculated All life is fair game Triggered by the new game The cause is a fake but now the weapons are for real Raus, raus, raus Heard a click, then vaporised in pink mist Yet at night the haunting comes relentless Mutilated faces becoming Yet at night the haunting comes relentless Mutilated faces becoming One at war against the multitude, (engineer) rather than born Tearless eyes whipped by sand (Programmed) rather than raised Sleepless children run across (the ravaged lands) With the serene confidence of the invincible From Letras Mania