No matter
if I'm number 69!
I feel just
like a jack
switched on u!
No master
can draw the line!
Anyway I don't trust
the track
recorded on review!
How many me!
How many you!
As spare parts,
thrown as darts,
torn as playing cards!
Disposable razor blades,
disguised in identical cells,
under control,
of clinical bells!
How many me!
How many you!
So the race can start,
with robots looking smart,
driven like experimental rats!
I'm no longer
number 69!
I have a name
of mine,
and I'm able to
choose my crime,
or something else
of my kind!
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