| You ask, I tell, searching for your wealth
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| Prompt in, log out, it’s second nature
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| Violent volition for public relations
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| Violate the nation with viral flirtation
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| My place vocation is for the sub-servant
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| My orientation is obscured by your name
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| Plugged in, laid out, process of being
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| Proper perversion, my pessimism lurching
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| So pass out the culture, the thieve’s like your vulture
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| Lock in, escapade, scorched earth, pay day
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| What do you want, I’ll provide, sipping on a rectified
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| A Pringe of cheap labor, for unconventional data
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| So freshen up the Pastor, the cross-eyed and crossless
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| Want to keep it kosher, at least I’m the serpent
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| Give me more, more of what?
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| Nostalgia for the wonderlust
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| Pay to live in friction, exalting narrow diction
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| Why don’t you comply it’s just orientation
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| Prompt in, logged out, its second nature
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| Feel the form of fortune while I stand back and fixate
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| I’m fixing you up with a present hook it’s the latest fixation |