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flee the factory - the receiving end of sirens lyrics

one hoped they’d break the patent when they die cast me in stride.
(one hoped they’d break the mold.)
just a simple steel specimen, truly empty down inside.
with a copper core wound veins, a pumping cold hydraulic heart.
bellows cycle air on rhythms, rhythms fixed within my code.
it’s easier to bow than keep these knees locked tight,
tight like the rivets in my skin.
my pulse reverberates through this malleable sh-ll,
with scars from shaping.
my insides grind their gears.
abrasive churning, i’m so conductive.
it’s always been a task with such low impedance.
my tendons tend to rust with time while wires misplace their currents.
so i will flee the factory and pray you to dismantle me.
someone will find my makers; i’m coming apart at seams.
i’ll cauterize myself back together again.

- the receiving end of sirens lyrics

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