| Doing chemtrails and extracting bomb fragments
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| Matter gathered from stars
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| We refract and spit back
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| Forever dissected on the altar of endless what do we call this?
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| Trans humanist progress
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| You voted in the focus groups
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| In loop necrosis
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| Your heroes are all dead
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| A body with no head
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| In modified realities the dice are loaded
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| You’re under fucked over fed and code red expendable
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| Life of limited value
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| Don’t shoot the bringer of bad news
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| So rub your eyes on the bottom bunk and know that you’ve been hoodwinked
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| Did you really think that you could walk in the snow and leave no footprint?
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| Chemtrails and all that that entails
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| And if all else fails
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| There’s always the third rail
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| Enter the era of self-propelled resonance
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| Death malevolent, hex spreader
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| The next letter in a hidden alphabet
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| The metaphor
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| I’m all that and more, much more
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| I’m biofeedback loop out your speaker
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| But you’re weaker
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| Fast losing hope using all of them old tropes
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| Money for old rope gowns for dead popes
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| With a wack dupe that you depicted as the victor
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| Now I don’t want to be cynical about your protesters
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| But you can shout loud enough to wake your ancestors
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| And still see no change cause change needs motive
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| To love below the threshold of blind lux obedience
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| Chemtrails and all that that entails
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| And if all else fails
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| There’s always the third rail |