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The conscious man is dead
And I buried him
Beneath this scarred tissue
Armored skeleton
The machine is now alive
Desensitized with open eyes
Powered by an angry mind
And is refuelled by those I despise

I've become what they detest
A delinquent survivalist
Without fear and no regrets
They fucking say

I am a criminal
I am a criminal
I am a criminal
I am a criminal