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You're manufacturing your own obsession |
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By the paroxysmal escapism |
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By the artificial senses |
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Fostered to provide protection |
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From the justified cannibalism |
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Wasting dreams you never had |
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Spilling blood you never bled |
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For the virtues that are force fed |
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Built to lust on blinded bliss |
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A synthetic masterpiece |
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You will never feel alone |
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In the gallery of scorn |
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You're attending this dramatic coronation |
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Of the self-inflicted sacrilege |
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Of the unforbidden myths |
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Once held in abomination |
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Behold them burning the last bridge |
