| To be complete,
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| You must feel the heat
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| From all sides, converging.
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| To find the perfect machine without burning it.
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| So far from the light of intellect,
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| We all have become blind and ignorant.
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| So, where’s your plastic smile?
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| You’re gonna be here a while.
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| Oh great, it’s another day.
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| I’m still a slave.
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| To this grave; |
| this cigarette death that I crave.
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| I’m a waste of space, get me out of this place.
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| I’d rather die afraid then waste away and decay.
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| So get the fuck away.
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| Decay!
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| Decay!
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| Decay!
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| Decay!
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| Decay!
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| They said I wasn’t a saint.
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| In H-E- double hockey sticks,
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| We learn to take our licks as quick as they come.
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| Just remember who you’re getting them from.
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| So far from the light of intellect,
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| We all have become blind and ignorant.
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| So, where’s your plastic smile?
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| You’re gonna be here a while.
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| Manufactured in Hell! |