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Often misjudged are the criminals among us; guilty and their sentence is not yet served. |
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How broken and dead the reigning race would be if we all got what we deserved. |
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All sentient beings are only those that we dictate - how can you judge what you lick off your plate? |
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Giver now has been brutally raped. |
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Who knows if the future has so good a taste? ... |
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Although we know what the future has, for us, in store, a consumption society just breaks right through the door... |
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In blissful ignorance the fists of power thrive. |
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Now, look at your hands - your command tells who will survive. |
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Fresh mermaid carcasses wash up on shore. |
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They're a prize to be won and a cheap thrill - be more. |
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Paranoid grins on fake colorless smiles, fear of the hollow between wrong and right. |
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Sobriety is no longer an option when digging up words from the trench you fall in. ... |
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At the top of your game, who cares? |
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The ones below are too far down. |
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But we're the ones who kill our neighbours to stay safe and sound... |
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In blissful ignorance the fists of power thrive. |
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Now, look at your hands - your command tells who will survive. |
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Trophy Kill |
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We are such great masochists. |
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Fuck you, fucking hypocrite! |
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We are such great masochists. |
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Fuck you Too bad you do what you do to score. |
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True, that you knew what you know, before. |
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In blissful ignorance the fists of power thrive. |
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Now, look at your hands - your command tells who will survive. |