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Progress under these terms is slow death. Chocking under your mass |
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consumption. They're all symptoms of your fall. Your system is chocking and |
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you with it. |
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They're all symptoms of your fall. And you finally reached the limits. Limits |
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imposed by its nature. |
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And it's all futile to live under constant pressure of success and failure. We |
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all saw it coming cause the past dictates the future. |
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And we all saw it crash once before. The thought process seems to be defiant. |
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Faith in a market and a market based on faith. A faith in an invisible hand. |
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A hand stained with our blood. Your system is chocking and you with it. |
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They're all symptoms of your fall. Progress is death. And death is progress. |
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Your death; progress through your death. We all witness, on and on, your self |
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proclaimed royalty. And kept it quiet, blinded by delusions, |
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by your tricks and games while you bit the hand feeding you. We all witness |
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your downfall, ambitious hopes crashing in a common grave, |
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a common grave you designed. Your system is chocking, and you with it. |
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They're all symptoms of your fall. Progress is death. Progress: your death. |
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We'll all progress through your death. |
