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Bathe in the microwave waves we discover
The ruins that rise from the ash just to crumble
Gathering scraps from their factory floors
Beings that don't need our breath anymore

We stand in shifts
To sew them closed
They'll never know
Into a dark
Place they forgot
That's where we'll go

Down in the mines where the bright toxins glow
Skeletons made up in delicate poses
Now they can surface and shake their parts free
Now they can splinter and shatter and leave

Tell all the textbooks
Call all the coffins
We're here to raise dead animals and then stuff them

Paging the phone books
Ringing small bells
These are the sirens they sing to themselves

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