| I feel so invaded
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| Too many complications
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| Bound by my frustrations
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| I can’t decide which way I’m going
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| Exterminate the mold
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| That’s cut for us by the government
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| Procrastinate the bodiless exultation of cyberspace
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| Tortured tones arise perpetual eyes
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| Comfort, irate
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| Iconoclasm mirrored to a spasm
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| I am sedated
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| The strains that hold me down are breaking
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| Feeling thoughts not irritating
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| Generate divide and swallow
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| Demented thought lay fourth its ground
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| Projected disembodied consciousness
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| Into a cold consensual hallucination
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| Sympathetic proficiency loved
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| Prosthetic webwork
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| Turned into deranged social Darwinism
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| It’s like some form of voodoo
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| I’ve tried to hold it, tears fall like raindrops
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| Dead ink on windows
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| New lines of pain are etched into my face
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| I try to find some strength I can embrace
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| Weightless future
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| So why do we go on living
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| Like we hope for a tomorrow?
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| They’ll subsequently mark your soul
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| We have to find the source
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| Where hollow promises are made
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| Imbue your mind, manifest apparition
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| Painted sign, grandiloquent lies
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| Speckled in taste the shit we waste
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| Spawn from the matrix it makes sense
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| That I am sedated
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| We are bait for the churning doctrine
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| Spitting truth, freedom decline
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| Answers stapled re-occurring time after time |