| A porcelain replica, a manufactured mask plastered on your hollow skull
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| There’s nothing left anymore, replicating at a rapid rate. |
| Herding together at
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| your masters feet
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| Licking the crumbs off the floor, worshiping the porcelain whore
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| You perceive the world as it’s played out to be, a preconceived showcase of
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| reality
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| Hypnotized by the lies that drown out the truth, parents still think that
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| they’re raising the youth
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| Mesmerized by the flies digesting decay, consuming the light of day
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| You will never be beautiful, you will never be beautiful to me. |
| What a disgrace
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| They perceive the world as it’s played out to be, a preconceived showcase of
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| reality
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| Worship the porcelain whore, rotting and spreading like spores, sending the
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| children into wars
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| Hypnotized by the lies that drown out the truth, parents still think that
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| they’re raising the youth
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| Mesmerized by the flies digesting decay, consuming the light of day
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| Bow before me, the bellowing beast. |
| Arise and worship, I the porcelain whore
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| Your artificial idol in this materialistic society
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| A nation of confusion, overwhelmed in narcissistic decomposition |