| Silence any insight
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| Nuance ground into dust
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| Suppressive personalities
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| Mechanicals to the fore
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| As the short sighted ne’er do wells proselytize
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| In various degrees of mumbles and shouts
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| We laugh! |
| At the keening wail;
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| We stare! |
| Down the shrieking eye
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| As they strip off their clothing and run bare bones through the streets
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| As they waste away in hedonistic glut
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| Haunting fractured reality, dwellers of delusion
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| Crooning the primacy of their singular perspective
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| Humming the hymn of knives, the veneration of disdain
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| Corrosive idolatry
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| Humming the hymn of knives, the veneration of disdain
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| Haunting fractured reality, dwellers of delusion
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| Crooning the primacy of their singular perspective
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| Enshrouded glacial deformity, that blighted obscenity
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| Scratching out the lines, we never thought you’d cross
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| Begging for the illusion, pining for fabrication, for a pallid shadow
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| Behind the mask, another mask
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| Behind the mask, another mask
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| Behind the mask, another mask |