| Veneficia!
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| Veneficia!
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| Seven trumpets!
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| Veneficia!
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| Easy, with a ballot, we can put a reality TV personality in DC
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| Speak free if you can see how this delicate fucking matter developed but
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| Man it beats me
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| (Oh my god!)
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| Two fleets keep peace on the mean streets
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| One treats brown people like they’re beastly
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| Nothing like the force that police me
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| (that's so odd!)
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| What’s the fate of the species?
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| Get a metal plate and then mate with the PCs
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| Or retreat back to a monkey chucking feces?
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| (What's the deal?)
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| Wanna ease this pain
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| Different than the BC years
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| Now we BCC Jesus on the email chain
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| Way too many threats to flee
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| Way too many heads to feed
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| Not too many beds to sleep
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| Chief said that it was best you leave
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| F-U please to the refugees
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| And it’s seeming like it’s every other day that I been tugging at my collar
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| Thinking «damn it’s toasty»
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| Where did all the people at the supermarket go that used to scan my groceries?
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| Vanished mostly
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| And wassup with all the homies in the camo and the ammo with the rifles on
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| Their shoulder walking through the city thinking that they’re Annie Oakley?
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| That’s quite enough
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| But this shit is fucking unbelievable
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| I swear you couldn’t write this this stuff
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| Everywhere that I stare
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| (Veneficia!)
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| You couldn’t write this shit, no
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| Every minute, deeper in it
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| (Veneficia!)
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| Another fantasy is brought to life
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| Everywhere that I stare
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| (Science Fiction!)
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| You couldn’t write this shit, no
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| Every minute, deeper in it
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| (Veneficia!)
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| And now I never get surprised
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| Young George Jetson stepping up in this motherfucker gripping a butcher
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| Knife hoping I can cut the chord
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| Where the horde is plugged to the motherboard
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| That is not a legitimate hoverboard
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| (shit's got wheels!)
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| I look at the sky saying «my god run!»
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| Life’s heavier than an ipod one
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| My twitter ain’t gonna matter when the tripods come
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| (Let's get real!)
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| From the hieroglyphs to the crowded malls
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| Never mind if, but the how it falls
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| I’m vibing out watching Ow! |
| My Balls
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| (Oh yeah)
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| Core defects tend to wreck my sleep
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| The quest to be more perfect than Ford Prefect
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| While I’m dreaming of Electric Sheep
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| 'Cause Soylent Green is people
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| Resistance is just futile
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| Pop a red pill and a blue pill and I dilate my pupils
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| Moving light speed
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| We all got vile needs
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| Living is a violent deed
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| Spread my soul like Wild Seed
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| Why would it be any wonder I act weird?
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| I’m trying to find out who the fuck I am while looking in a cracked Black Mirror
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| You got a finish that you thought about?
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| How this is gotta bottom out?
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| You wanna flee the reaper but they’re bombing the city and the single haven
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| To creep in is the slaughterhouse
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| Everywhere that I stare
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| (Veneficia!)
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| You couldn’t write this shit, no
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| Every minute, deeper in it
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| (Veneficia!)
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| Another fantasy is brought to life
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| Everywhere that I stare
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| (Science Fiction!)
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| You couldn’t write this shit, no
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| Every minute, deeper in it
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| (Veneficia!)
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| And now I never get surprised
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| Everywhere that I stare
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| (Veneficia!)
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| You couldn’t write this shit, no
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| Every minute, deeper in it
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| (Veneficia!)
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| Another fantasy is brought to life
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| Everywhere that I stare
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| (Science Fiction!)
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| You couldn’t write this shit, no
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| Every minute, deeper in it
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| (Veneficia!)
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| And now I never get surprised |