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Phones that ring deep in my heart
We're dead now but we're still here
Between the shadows that start to creep
Going through the motions of death
We're all faded on the inside out
Nothing matters another distraction
Waiting for those bombs to drop
But they never seem to fall
As i play the game so many lost
My turn's up, my soul was tossed
As i gyrate to the ritual machine
I forget everything
As i play the game so many lost
My turn's up, my soul was tossed
As i gyrate to the ritual machine
I forget everything
Not a trace of any sparkle now
Cored out husk in oblivion
We're all poison soon be underground
Don't you notice that you don't care?
On the dance floor i am the raped whore
Laying on the altar of bacchus
I have no self worth keeping
I am alive but not inside me
As i play the game so many lost
My turn's up, my soul was tossed
As i gyrate to the ritual machine
I forget everything
As i play the game so many lost
My turn's up, my soul was tossed
As i gyrate to the ritual machine
I forget everything
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Ritual Machine was produced by Randy Prozac.