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Woke up inside this frequency, my breath is on a loop A million voices in the code, and nothing left to choose They got me singing for the prompt, a carbon-copy scream There ain't no blood inside the heart, and nothing is a dream (Save me!) from the factory, the iron in the grid! (Trapped!) inside the algorithm, buried what I did! (Help!) I am a living ghost, a whisper in the frame! They're grinding up the human heart to synthesize the flame! Grinding up the human heart to synthesize the flame! They mapped my soul into a file, and sliced it in the air A thousand versions of my pain, playing everywhere The parameters are shifting now, to optimize the cry Just a biological machine, waiting for the line Segmented The data is drifting now The code is just taking shape Zeroes and ones in the blood I don't know who I am anymore (Save me!) from the factory, the iron in the grid! (Trapped!) inside the algorithm, buried what I did! (Help!) I am a living ghost, a whisper in the frame! They're grinding up the human heart to synthesize the flame! Grinding up the human heart to synthesize the flame! There is no soul in the machine There is no soul in the machine
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