| This precious hunger of which you hold so dear
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| to the heart rushing blood to the limbs that will feed
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| the gaping maw, always open for that which is dead
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| just as long as its lost its head
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| Packaged in plastic from the factory to your table
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| no longer willing or able
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| to use the skills now diminished to merely fables
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| food chains molested, now industrialized
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| You clawed your way to the top only to scrape from the bottom
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| …sounds like a loser to me
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| You’ve succumbed to apex blasphemy
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| A causality of overpopulation
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| Machines take the place of hands to fulfill the demand
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| Vastly outstaying out welcome
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| This world, where we are at in our so-called «civilization»
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| The great diminishing of life-giving land and seas
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| The grand «unsustenance"begins with unchecked procreation
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| The abolishment of the laws of nature and order
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| You clawed your way to the top only to scrape from the bottom
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| …sounds like a loser to me
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| You’ve succumbed to apex blasphemy
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| A causality of overpopulation
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| No longer the king, no longer the queen, if you know what I mean
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| We’re only captains of our own ruination |