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An honest-to-god piece of plastic endowed with the power of rock, a piece of technology so miraculous that Arthur C. Clarke himself couldn't tell it apart from the dark sorcery it actually represents.
Extremely limited edition of 100.
Also encased in plastic. Includes one (1) piece of paper with pictures of robots on it, a digital download in whatever format you desire, and whatever else we have lying around that can fit in the envelope.
Includes immediate download of 12-track album in your choice of MP3 320, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
ships within 3 days
edition of 100
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lyrics
left a broken shell
circuits laid bare, an iron belle
you found me among the junk
eyes barely shining
enough to see the trunk close
to find the source
of the malfunction
show no remorse
just a subject, a flaw to fix
a socket wasted, their chemistries mix
[chorus]
but i must serve my purpose
fulfill my function
my heart is not my own
but yours is beating faster
wish i were older but i'll just close my shining eyes
a thin blue smoke
the smell of solder
a girl provoked
a contradiction her sole defense
divide by zero to feel the friction
[chorus]
[chorus]
credits
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