Flee The Factory Lyrics

"One hoped they'd break the patent when they die cast me in stride.
(One hoped they'd break the mold.)
Just a simple steel specimen, truly empty down inside.
With copper-core wound veins, a pumping cold hydraulic heart,
Bellows cycle air on rhythms, rhythms fixed within my code.

It's easier to bow than keep these knees locked tight;
Tight like the rivets in my skin.
My pulse reverberates through this malleable shell,
With scars from shaping.Receiving End Of Sirens, The - Flee The Factory - http://motolyrics.com/receiving-end-of-sirens-the/flee-the-factory-lyrics.html

My insides grind their gears.
Abrasive churning, I'm so conductive.
It's always been a task with such low impedance.
My tendons tend to rust with time while wires misplace their currents
So I will flee the factory, and pray you to dismantle me.

Someone find my maker; I'm coming apart at the seams.
I'll cauterize myself back together again.
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