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Eight one six, two eight nine, fourteen fourty-one Eight one six, two eight nine, fourteen fourty-one Eight one six, two eight nine, fourteen fourty-one Eight one six, two eight nine, fourteen fourty-one Eight one six, two eight nine, fourteen fourty-one Eight one six, two eight nine, fourteen fourty-one Eight one six, two eight nine, fourteen fourty-one Eight one six, two eight nine, fourteen fourty-one Eight one six, two eight nine, fourteen fourty-one Eight one six, two eight nine, fourteen fourty-one Eight one six, two eight nine, fourteen fourty-one Eight one six, two eight nine, fourteen fourty-one We're one in the same A story's end, a written epitaph In binary code Bereaving is editing A simple choice, a tiny death Parallel, it swings to the left A staunch reminder of the solace we seek In means and measures dictated by machines Set into harmonic motion It'll leave you screaming at a wall Of digital distortion Right never comes before the wrong (They all walk among us) no need to go it alone Wasn't what you expect No need to go it alone Was it what you expect? A dark fog hanging overhead Clouding judgement and perception at the palm of a hand You'll always be alone We become what we behold And as sand slips through fingers And strings are pulled tight Art is anything you can get away with Art is all that makes wrong right (They all walk among us) no need to go it alone Wasn't what you expect No need to go it alone Was it what you expect?