| Everything is tentatively, everything’s venally
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| How disgusting & lifeless, how morbid & tasteless
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| Dying is carried out in thrusts and parts
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| Automatic redemption, seasons of killing art
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| Searching the answer somewhere in nowhere
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| Glamour is the land, where you’ll never live
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| Out of your mind, out of endless sight
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| 15 minutes of fame is what you’d like to receive
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| Within your sense, within unreachable delight
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| I use the terror of the new to buy — emptiness in you
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| The quantity of nothing’s what you will have to go through
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| Everything’s a number, reduction ad absurdum
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| Strangulation of the individual’s mask
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| The natural person being torn to the minimum
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| Control of thoughts, control of every task
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| You’re bound to empty promises and false hope so curled
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| Man is a ware like anything else in this world
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| Is it water, where we will drown?
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| Emptiness is our burden crown
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| Unwilling to lose it all
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| We’ll slide down the surface of things
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| Zero existence
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| Shattered glass & venomous dreams
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| We are starting the overture to screams |