| It appears that we have reached the Edge
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| That zenith where stimuli and comatose collide
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| Forty years ago, THE MAN proclaimed the Age
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| Of the Gross to be upon us, and even though
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| The MAN was destroying our heritage and insulting our intelligence
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| That era has become very real
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| We labor for pleasure and abhor the guilt of pressure
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| My generation will go down as the architects of contemporary disgust
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| Some have fought and died others have allowed the strong
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| To be butchered for a price they themselves don’t care about
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| And will never understand I myself am beleaguered
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| By the selfish face of a kind of man that is NOT MANKIND
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| Distrust in information fundamentalism of opinion
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| Catastrophic boredom, and a fanatical devotion to that which DOES NOT MATTER
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| Where is your glory now, people?
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| Where are your gods and politicians?
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| Where is your shame and salvation?
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| You Rage For No Reason Because You Have No Reason
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| WHAT HAVE YOU EVER FOUGHT FOR?
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| WHAT HAVE YOU EVER BLED FOR?
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| THE FACE OF THE EARTH IS SCARRED WITH THE WALKING DEAD
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| THE AGE OF THE GROSS IS A LIVING VIRUS
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| THIS IS THE FUTURE YOU HAVE CREATED
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| THIS IS THE WORLD YOU HAVE SET ABLAZE
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| ALL YOUR LIES ARE COMING TRUE
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| ALL FREEDOM IS LOST
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| ALL HOPE IS GONE |