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Napalm Death lyrics : "De-Evolution Ad Nauseum"

Bent double and the vibrancy has gone
Termors upon shutdown of my auto-function


They sold it well:
Contentment with no effort


Domesticated drone lets slip it's motor skills
Nothing seems to click
Without my auto-function


They sold it well: Disempowerment
On demand, play dead, play dead, play dead


No verve and no drive, as I passed it all on
Trails of life relieved via my auto-function


They sold it well:
Appea!@&(t and smooth transferal


Do I need to speak? Or emote?
And problem-solve? Or dream anymore?

Have I shrunk in stature or plummeted
Into deep hibernation?


On demand,
Play dead,
Play dead,

Play dead

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