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Time for my omittance |
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From a sterile existance |
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Where the weekend pays homage |
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To stereotypical perpetuation |
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Must inebriate my senses |
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Into a state of delirium |
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Before i turn to the meat-rack |
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For my penial selection |
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Apathy spreads |
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In unison with social disease |
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A scourge that infests |
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The cattle markets of youth |
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Unconscious, just promiscuous |
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Deprived of self-respect |
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In the selling of their bodies |
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All emotions dead! |
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Thoughts absorbed |
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Lost in sense of direction |
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It's time to sit down |
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And reassess my course of action |
