http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/545994 (original piece from the album "call of the machine")

Original piece's songtext:
"You with a stand.. i would regret, have to inform you what you met.
A scarlet field or empty ground, Into the past your dream had stalled itself.

Squeezed into a stack of green, a pot of gold just past the line you had drawn into, a trojan horse; surrounds you.
You have come to be a proxy..

You mannequin.. made through years pretending unknowing.

Who pulls your strings, through and round the mob that would hold your name these days.

As feathers lost from the vultures over and into the wind from their gown, you're swirling all down and eaten by.. bald grebes waiting in line.
Balance, a wonderous thing, your brilliant revolution would not change anything, necessity rings to put in place your avery, isn't that what you've seen."
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-cal.