Mm, what are you saying there?
Here you are, got you again!
Cry, cute little bunch of toys,
In your hatred.. and enjoy.
No, you won't get your revenge.
I don't care what I'd arranged.
Served them right to lose you all,
Now you're under our control.
Mad at me? Oh that's a shame.
Couldn't care less, it's a game
Where you're nothing but a waste
I'd told sunshine to erase.
Hate us, threaten, shed your tears,
You are cogs driving the gears
In omnipotent machine
Running only at our whim.
You're forgotten by the world,
So just do what you are told.
The cogs
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