Intronaut - Speaking of Orbs

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No god from the machine
No saviors lay in wait
We’ve left the wooded valley
Headed toward the precipice
This mountain is a monster
Austerity bites, severe, serene
Luddites try as they might
Discontent in every face
And dwell upon every tongue
Our skin is cracked, our hands are heavy, our hearts are weary from the climb
Our skin is cracked, our hands are heavy, our hearts are weary from the climb
Austerity bites, severe, serene
Luddites try as they might
Discontent in every face
And dwell upon every tongue
Austerity bites, severe, serene
Luddites try as they might
Discontent in every face
And dwell upon every tongue
Tongue