.[Verse 1]
Waiting for the rain to come,
To wash away what we've become.
Screaming as the hypnotized,
Still accept history's lies.
On and on, the sickness spreads,
One generation, to the next.
Picket fence, plastic life.
The ghost machine, we breed inside.
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