| Come for more you hungry one
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| With drooped head you reach for more
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| Eagerness to satisfy your primitive senses
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| The stream of information turned into sea of madness
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| Another turnpike in the no-man's-land
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| We’re drowning in the absurd
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| Trying to count what’s simply surd
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| With white gloves we touch the dirt
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| Pleasant jingling works like lure
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| Wipe your screen dripping blood
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| To see your turned in grimace face
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| Cheap tricks to entertain us
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| Fresh meat for brainless masses
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| The closer is the precipice the more I quicken my pace
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| Neverending
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| Message sending
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| Without personality
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| No chance for self defending
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| Canned reality
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| Artificial tears
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| Vanity and greed
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| Make the wish
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| I ask you 'where's the limit
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| When can I forget about my pride.'
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| Let the show begin killing for killing time
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| Extorted taste, obedience
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| Affected laughter lasts too long
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| It’s like a snake-charmer that makes us all dance to his song
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| Murder in prime time who’s gonna resist
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| Temptation of being beholder
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| Watching through fingers yet public negation
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| The weapon is humiliation
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| You laugh at one’s faults but your screen is the mirror
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| Curiosity drives tide of the market
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| Creates cast to another performance
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| Boredom gives the chance of degeneration |