| The temptation hits
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| My grip it could slip
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| I could give it up
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| But if I can’t feel (on a given day) the way I wanted to
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| I won’t cheapen myself
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| I won’t be patronized by lethargy
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| And it would be nice to answer questions with a capsule
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| But I don’t deem myself that simple minded
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| And it would be nice to untie knots with single gestures
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| But I keep on drawing blood
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| And it would be nice to think oblivion was a challenge instead of an excuse
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| You built yourself a sociocultural trap
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| Launched an attack on your subconscious ruby ridge
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| If you get what you want you can’t play Hamlet to the balcony
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| The ultimate expression of consumerism, the wholesale commodification of
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| sensation
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| The ultimate rejection of asceticism, the doors of perception kicked in
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| The ultimate acceptance of conservatism, a fierce passion subsumed and corrupted
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| The ultimate bisection of ethicalism, as you imbibe the denial of choice
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| If I can see straight I can’t lie
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| Let’s put an end to this falsehood
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| To the conception that this is different
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| Misunderstood and misconstrued alternative only in vocabulary
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| You leave the office on a Friday
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| Swap one glazed expression for another
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| For 48 hours in elaborate gilded costumes at the masquerade warehouse |