Damaged Beyond Repair
Step into my, factory, it’s filled with dread and, treachery. It is damaged, beyond repair, you won’t walk in, you'll just stand out and stare, but the things I make here are kind of rare. You’re the one who damaged it, now that isn't fair, from the chimney, comes up a flare, what can I say? I’m no factory teddy bear. My factory is, empty and bare, it’s putting chemicals, into the air, should I shut it down? Do I dare? Self destruct, I hear the metal, rip and tear, just because you share, doesn't mean you care; the alarm doesn't work so you won’t hear it blare. My factory is, already broken down, and when I destroy it, nothing will be found.
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