Hexagons MUSE

I'm a marionette with severed strings
Gorge on my soul while I'm weak and dying
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Haunted by futures I can't avoid
A shape immersed through the fog of war
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Synthetic and divine
We touched the veil and it broke our spines
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Our resistance is mass-produced
And she will ghostwrite my obsessions
Reach out, touch me
And draw me from the sixth dimension
You have been forcing my hand
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Love revealed our failed rebellion
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Our resistance is mass-produced
She will ghostwrite my obsessions
Reach out, touch me
And draw me from the sixth dimension
You have been forcing my hand