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"How can a culture forget its plan of yesterday / And you swear it's not a trend, doesn't matter anyway / All the kids will eat it up if it's packaged properly / Should it subteley irritate, keep it moving equally / All I know is just the fact, where the world is nowadays / An idea is what we lack, doesn't matter anyway." |
"Duplicate sincerity, act out of loyalty / Defend your true country, wish away pain / Hand out lobotomies to save little families / Surrealistic fantasies, bland boring pain / Hold me down with restitution, living out your date with fusion / Is the whole fleece shun in master / Don't feel guilty master writing / Thank you, dear God, for putting me on this earth / I feel very priveleged, in debt for my thirst." |