| In the most desolate corner
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| A bad case of the urban blues
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| Another brick in the living shadow
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| All inhale the downward spiral
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| Hey, get in line for tragic
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| Let us dance to the pistol magic
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| Just aim and end another
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| Think of me, as I rape your mother
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| Another player joins the table
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| Who I can or cannot trust
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| When do we get assigned?
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| Pure and precious with bad intentions
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| Hey, come and join the show
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| All the cameras are ready to go
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| Just aim and end another
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| Think of me, as I rape your mother
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| A single step — a garbled life
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| Where’s the profit?
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| Your rage — the pain
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| Will it all be worth it?
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| Genetic, it seems to be…
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| Abandon, the mass ideal
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| Lets re-unite and brush the dust away
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| We think we’re in control
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| Then we become the things we hate
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| Lets re-unite and brush the dust away
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| Obtain a prosperous future
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| And the admiration of all
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| Act in the sensations media hour
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| All inhale the downward spiral
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| Genetic, it seems to be…
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| Abandon, the mass ideal
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| Lets re-unite and brush the dust away
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| We think we’re in control
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| Then we become the things we hate
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| Lets re-unite and brush the dust away |