[Intro] [Music: D.Cavanagh, Arranged: Les Smith]
I am sentient number 6, I stand in line I am the prototype, a benign convenience for mankind Superior is digital, human flesh so trivial I hate that I
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one hundred million speciae, undiscovered until extinction. Here once stood unnatural amounts of prey turned product -- mechanized slaughter. The Sentient
I am sentient number six, I stand in line I am the prototype of a benign convenience for mankind Superior is digital, human flesh so trivial I hate
번역: 저주. 지각력이있는.
번역: 말썽꾸러기. 지각력 Transmography.
번역: Hellwitch. 지각력 Transmography.
번역: 비통. 지각력 6.
stood one hundred million speciae, undiscovered until extinction. Here once stood unnatural amounts of prey turned product -- mechanized slaughter. The Sentient
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: I am sentient number six, I stand in line I am the prototype of a benign convenience for mankind Superior is digital, human flesh so trivial I hate
What else could have been expected pain is echoed through the smell of burning flesh a reach that will steal a lifeline handed down alive and well
Run the blade across another throat one more life ends on the cold hard floor dead in the blood of countless others just another number on an unending
A remanent of a soul disfigured and amputated transformed into a machine simply mutilated by alteration of chains standing room only now not enough
