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[Music: Netherton, Jarvis] |
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[Lyrics: Netherton] |
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Why should I care: |
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The writings on the wall - no future |
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Cynics sow disdain, as pious retroverts unrestrained |
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What vision can ever rise from this worthless human waste? |
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Like ghosts from '68, a generation still lost in space |
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Narcissistic automatons, caressing techno-fetishes unknown |
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Maybe I'm deranged - a Herbert West inside of me |
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Hoping to raise the dead - to find some life in this species selfish-bred |
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Atavist! |
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As I watch your |
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Institutions decay, contradictions remain |
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Institutions decay, weakeners... so weakening |
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They bait, cast and reel, to the passive so ready to kneel |
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With hooks so firm in mouth, they carry forth on this path unbowed |
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So quick to turn away, so quick to unleash the blade |
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As cracks across the dam, still hold back a world we can't comprehend |
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Atavist! |
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Institutions decay, contradictions remain |
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Institutions decay, weakeners... so weakening |
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Cut the cord and start the fire |
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Ass seers of oblivion, all color turns to black |
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Forfeit the unknown, upon the rack of circumstance |
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So goes the folly of man, a fool in a forest of fear |
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"As you like it," they will say, "... there's plenty more just like you here" |
