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Streets are wrapped, |
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Childlike faces smooth and blank. |
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Firm young flesh, |
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Hung with paper crowns. |
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Pull me up from where we are, |
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The big keep getting bigger, |
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And their hearts keep getting harder, |
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An imaginary game, |
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Eating at every living thing, |
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A wide mouth dripping with sarcasm, |
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A bloody fat slash grinning over, |
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Bleached white-fang teeth, |
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That glow like green warning signs of sickness, |
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Taking for your kind, |
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And running with you winnings, |
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They're just running with your winnings. |
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Staring ahead and hearing, |
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Voices saving useless things, |
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About how to be better, |
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About how to get bigger, |
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It's your knight on white horse, |
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Turn it all around, |
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The world is just for you, |
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But you don't want to take it, |
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Ah - you must be useless! |
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And you must be lazy, |
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Have enough then, |
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With insipid grins, |
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That swallow hard and |
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Bear. Big. Burden. |
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This place is getting tighter, |
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And all around the angels scream |
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And close the gates of heaven, |
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A division of the ages, |
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Try to swallow wings of traitors, |
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Robbed of being really human, |
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And the voice drip with sarcasm like |
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Bloody fat slash grinning over |
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White-fanged teeth that glow like green |
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Warning signs of sickness |
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And running with their winnings |
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They're just running with their winnings |
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Big are getting bigger and |
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Hearts are getting harder |
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An imaginary game, |
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Eating at every living thing, |
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A voice dripping with sarcasm like, |
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A bloody fas slash grinning over, |
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Bleached white-fang teeth, |
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That glow like green warnings |
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Warning signs of sickness, |
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But little things add up |
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A barbed-wire fence of stiffened spines |
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Broadcasts violent death through flashing blinds |
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Look at their faces |
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Keep it all inside. |
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If not, we'll all go down together, |
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A coward's crawling death, |
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The paper king's big dinner. |
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Look at their faces |
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And down into their eyes |
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And the vacant, glaring, certainty |
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Of nothing, ever, anywhere |
