Hear the sad doctrine of lost ones againRide on the furrow of despairObey the factory until you meet the endTo runaway you should not dareSupremacy is the factoryBow and obey to the factoryA psychodisleptical placeWhere i have to dwellSecluded here with the insaneSharing their hellSupremacy they keep telling meBut i don't believe in the factoryThe fragrance of blinded conscienceslunacy stinksA machine until obsolescenceNo need to thinkBut secretly i doFeeling the conspiracyThe moving spirit in the plotThe want me to be conditioned to lunacyThey keep me from realitySomehow i have to stop the rotTheir master program hasn't worked for meFactory of delusionsProducing only scars from broken dreamsFactory of delusionsMy anger is now bursting at the seamsNow i'm the factoryI see just what i want to seeI'm the factoryI won't be long before i am free
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