| I thought the west was won but
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| Seems like i had just begun to lose all
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| Ideals i once knew mountains and
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| Transmutation anxious anticipation
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| These sodden skiey and burning views
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| Short goals and grim objectives soon
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| Rising seas will take your homes
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| Benchmarks and sure salvation creation
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| And temptation black lungs sing vituous
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| Hate songs antibiotics and disinfectants
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| Germaphobes for stronger infection
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| Cowboys on steroids love tabloids
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| Expecting endless surplus soon they’ll
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| Have nothing left to waste racing from
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| Dogma to distrust unsure why they all
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| Hate us
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| Think about it the world defines you
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| Think about it you should be depressed
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| And no little pill will make any difference
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| People for atto seconds bow to the
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| Idiocracy media spun reality nightmares
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| Comes every shut-eye still they won’t
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| See what they become still they won’t
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| See what they have done power mad
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| Mass corruption blood money changes
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| Everyone wake each day in panic
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| And distrust knowing that they all hate
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| Us
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| Think about it the world describes you
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| Think about it you should be anxious
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| And no little pill will make any difference |