| Are you laughing now?
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| We are the ones that live and breathe
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| Vermin on the streets below
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| You are the ones shrink and hide
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| Cowering away inside your tombs
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| Shifting eyes, sleight of hand
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| Architects elite
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| Comedies, tragedies
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| Never out of reach
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| Äppäräts, lurking stats
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| Prodigals unleashed
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| Surf and ride, open skies
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| The slaughter never ends…
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| When our dead pile high
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| And our fear multiplies
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| You will say, «so it goes.»
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| And the crowd will chant in exaltation
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| Parasites, archetypes
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| Atrocity en vogue
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| Causalities, ironies
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| Laughter fills the room
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| Class defined, peace of mind
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| A caravan of fools
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| Anesthetized, paralyzed
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| The pacifist relents…
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| As our dead pile high
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| And our fears multiply
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| You will say, «so it goes,»
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| And the crown will chant in exaltation
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| Cross the divide
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| And their gods will decide
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| What is flesh, what is false
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| As the demons swarm in exaltation
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| Line them up and open fire
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| Castigate, memento mori
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| In this dead tradition
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| Servility and guilt
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| Bind us all together
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| In this ever-present filth
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| Everything is art
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| And nothing ever dies
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| In this neo-fascist paradise
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| Bred from reproduction
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| Nothing in between
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| Death and revelation
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| Bought and sold equally
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| Past devours present
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| Present eats past
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| In these gallows, nothing’s meant to last
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| The air is thick with fear and wonder
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| A blaze burns in Vonnegut’s eyes
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| His Dresden reeks beyond what words describe
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| «All time is all time,» the grand, absurd leveler, by design
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| Still, we’re just insects in amber
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| Minions of the modern, your final act is yet to come
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| We are the ones that live and breathe
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| Vermin on the streets below
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| You are the ones that shrink and hide
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| Cowering away inside your tombs |