| Livid hands wring rinds of joy from future dwelling life
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| A ghost of family in every home as society spirals from the light
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| Patrolling black belly pigs brand identity codes into searing flesh
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| Reconfigure binary to bring down enemy jets
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| I robot, resisting arrest
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| Stamping boot that keeps us oppressed
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| Apocalypse! |
| Who’d have thunk
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| Humanity! |
| The boat has sunk
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| Life waiting in line for a virus scan
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| Your own child will denounce you for having soft hands
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| Depredations, interrogations where intruder alarms will scream
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| They’re watching you, so smash the screen then shoot to kill — you know what I
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| mean?
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| Searching scope that snipes at hope
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| Ramming injustice home
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| They’ve washed your mouth out with poison soap
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| You will report to the justice zone
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| Can it be there was a time when men and women laid together with the sun upon
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| their skin?
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| It’s just a crime beyond comparison now in a world where thought is sin
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| Alternate history of a future past where orthodoxy is the law
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| If you are a man, you are the last, now a victim to the saw
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| Spotlights scan the rubble sites were the pigs unleash the hounds
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| To fall in love is the final crime and will bring the truncheon down |