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Found a bullet name scratched in |
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Walking bag of meat fake opinion |
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Switched on market hype |
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Over-run with parasites |
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Terrified to be boxed |
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Fixated on the fear of emptiness |
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Dead cynic no remains |
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Splatter the walls with unremarkable grey |
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Carcass does what it's been told |
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(Horror. Burn. Brought. Sold.) |
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Never questions what it's seen |
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This is what you need |
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Addiction, overpowers greed |
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This thirst is a must |
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Drugged up on hyperlust |
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Dead suspended robot dream |
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Just fodder for the machines |
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Concrete poured into your gut |
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Vermin slave open shut |
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Push paper in the dark |
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Fail-safe system for the caste |
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Last words before you die |
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"What the **** did you do with you life" |
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Shit kicker obeys every word |
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(Cheat. Murder. Steal. Decay.) |
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Discovered by some guy with a spade |
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She worked tirelessly, maybe to appease her mother |
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Thinking it would atone for all her personal failings |
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Slave away until you're free |
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Hide your shattered soul from others in this almighty first world prison |
