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I thought the west was won but |
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Seems like i had just begun to lose all |
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Ideals i once knew mountains and |
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Transmutation anxious anticipation |
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These sodden skiey and burning views |
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Short goals and grim objectives soon |
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Rising seas will take your homes |
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Benchmarks and sure salvation creation |
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And temptation black lungs sing vituous |
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Hate songs antibiotics and disinfectants |
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Germaphobes for stronger infection |
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Cowboys on steroids love tabloids |
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Expecting endless surplus soon they'll |
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Have nothing left to waste racing from |
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Dogma to distrust unsure why they all |
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Hate us |
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Think about it the world defines you |
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Think about it you should be depressed |
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And no little pill will make any difference |
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People for atto seconds bow to the |
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Idiocracy media spun reality nightmares |
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Comes every shut-eye still they won't |
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See what they become still they won't |
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See what they have done power mad |
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Mass corruption blood money changes |
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Everyone wake each day in panic |
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And distrust knowing that they all hate |
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Us |
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Think about it the world describes you |
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Think about it you should be anxious |
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And no little pill will make any difference |
