Expanding lumps of torpid flesh
Spittle pooling on their chests
The mezmetron is energized
And their nervous systems slow
A seizure grips the ganglia
As their frontal lobes explode
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Zero

Teeth are set in rictus grins
No sign of mental life within
Draining the brains of the automatons
The fuses fail to blow
Rerouting the encryptions
But the glitch cannot be slowed
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Zero

Basking in the telescreens
Their eyeballs pulse and glow
Bulging from their sockets
As the hunger starts to grow
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Zero