| Our cities are but sewers
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| Where rats in suits stalk their prey
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| Paper-pushing corporate swine
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| Crushed by their own weight
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| It’s a proper dystopian hell
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| Another lesson learned too late
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| And no one will live to tell
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| Primitive, yet refined, the furnace
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| We disappear, take flight
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| Primitive, yet refined, the furnace
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| We disappear, take flight
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| You cellphone-sporting corpses
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| Choking on your cosmetics
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| The winning team will be the most numb, the most pathetic
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| A destructive lifestyle we celebrate
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| A testament of the depraved
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| Do you really want to be saved?
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| Primitive, yet refined, the furnace
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| We disappear, take flight
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| Primitive, yet refined, the furnace
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| We disappear, take flight
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| Do you really want to be saved?
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| Primitive, yet refined, the furnace
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| We disappear, take flight
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| Primitive, yet refined, the furnace
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| We disappear, take flight
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| Primitive, yet refined, the furnace
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| We disappear, take flight
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| Primitive, yet refined, the furnace
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| We disappear, take flight
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| The furnace
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| The furnace
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| The furnace |