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| dafremen |
Center stage with the aimless, feeding Focused on my material Tempering our compassion with our greed Degenerational miracle Fogg-ed stumble through insanity Paving over our humanity Willful breeding of the dust That bleeds us dry And still we try... Pinned at birth to a firm condition-ing Dead to our own imperatives Suckered down by a cold delusion Soul-sheltered derivatives Swagger away from our sanity The humbling arms of our vanity Skillfully envelope us in dust That bleeds us dry Until we die And still we try. |
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