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Epileptic screen flares draw in the fly’s to the lion’s den
Damaged egos persuade the fragile princess to let us in
We hear the calls and oblige the tenants with repentance
For all the self motivation that we see skipping morning attendance
Lava falls mix with the ever gold strain
No wonder as we stare we are forgetting our own names
These blood stains can only cower when their powerless
This dirt plot can only weep when its soil is truly flowerless
We can skip and cheer to the ode of the media mastermind
Only if the swears are censored and everything is computerized
Next stop now for the colorless color
Is one more moment of death tripping on a stutter
One more curtain call for the old dead bastards
Who pass along codes to bloom money grubbing mother fuckers
Oh No! This sermon is overflowing the standardized rating
For blasphemy and over all, mostly just profanity
Vanity is crushing my iron sight under the weight
Of the bulk load that’s pressuring me to open wide
This is the last stage before the infection starts to synthesize
With our own minds; so imagination begins to visualize
As a plain to trivialize and in the end you epitomize
Greed in the form of a soldier that’s been hypnotized

You can never really concentrate when you got an erection
That man behind that mask you imagine as your reflection
Is just another pawn in the globalization of the American mindset
Don’t be the victim, think up and fight back

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