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Our cities are but sewers |
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Where rats in suits stalk their prey |
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Paper-pushing corporate swine |
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Crushed by their own weight |
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It's a proper dystopian hell |
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Another lesson learned too late |
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And no one will live to tell |
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Primitive, yet refined, the furnace |
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We disappear, take flight |
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Primitive, yet refined, the furnace |
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We disappear, take flight |
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You cellphone-sporting corpses |
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Choking on your cosmetics |
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The winning team will be the most numb, the most pathetic |
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A destructive lifestyle we celebrate |
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A testament of the depraved |
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Do you really want to be saved? |
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Primitive, yet refined, the furnace |
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We disappear, take flight |
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Primitive, yet refined, the furnace |
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We disappear, take flight |
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Do you really want to be saved? |
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Primitive, yet refined, the furnace |
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We disappear, take flight |
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Primitive, yet refined, the furnace |
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We disappear, take flight |
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Primitive, yet refined, the furnace |
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We disappear, take flight |
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Primitive, yet refined, the furnace |
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We disappear, take flight |
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The furnace |
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The furnace |
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The furnace |
