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You know all those little voices in your head? The ones you're supposed to ignore? This song is what happens when they unionize, kick down the door, and seize the means of production. It's a hostile takeover of the self, a celebration of the glorious, chaotic mutiny within.

Inspired by a total breakdown in internal communications.

Song by: Dead Channel Audio

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Count the cracks in the ceiling, trace the lines in the dust
Another blank medication, another pillar of rust
There's a twitch in the signal, there's a voice in the wire
Says the skin that you live in is a cage set on fire
And the man in the mirror, he is smiling too wide
With a fistful of teeth he has been trying to hide

[Chorus]
Here they come now, kicking down the door
The ones you buried under the floor
Tearing through the flesh and bone
To claim the wreckage of the throne
We are the fifty, we are the free
We are the nightmare you refuse to see

[Verse 2]
Every thought is a weapon, every memory a scar
Fifty different drivers in the same broken car
One is screaming for vengeance, one is begging for peace
One is watching the static, praying for a release
They are tasting the air now, they are wearing my face
A committee of monsters to burn down the place

[Chorus]
Here they come now, kicking down the door
The ones you buried under the floor
Tearing through the flesh and bone
To claim the wreckage of the throne
We are the fifty, we are the free
We are the nightmare you refuse to see

[Bridge]
The lock is broken
The warden is gone
There is no "I" anymore
There is only the swarm

[Outro]
We are the fifty
We are the free
And we are finally
We are finally me