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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?