Yet another proposition I don't want this anymore
I'm getting away, getting away myself
In this breeding game I see no point and I don't want to score
This prison made, prison made (by) myself
Here Come the Robots
Yet another resolution still don't want this anymore
I'm getting away, getting away myself
In this breeding game I lost control and I don't want to score
This prison made, prison made (by) myself
Here Come the Robots
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