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Our world was always fallen but there was always light.
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Stuxnet |
03:48 |
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Damaged music is a metaphor for this world.
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Stuxnet |
04:35 |
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Music was always celebratory, but there was always sorrow.
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Stuxnet |
02:50 |
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For liberation lies in that which is shattered.
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Stuxnet |
01:15 |
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Designed to merge, engineered to transcend.
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Stuxnet |
02:18 |
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Liberation follows that which is broken.
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Stuxnet |
07:56 |
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Something you catch.
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Stuxnet |
07:30 |
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As you're scanning for distress calls.
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Stuxnet |
03:53 |
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Long live the lost ones.
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Stuxnet |
05:12 |
