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we suckle the **** of the "civilized" world thats designed for your comfort and your ease. but we are all blind, hit stop and rewind. its the shaman that really sees. umbilical chord to the material world designed for fleeting satisfaction. chasing for tomorrow, life that's full of sorrow. fooled by capitalist distraction. turn our backs on nature, killing for the dollar. eat some of nature's candy so you can hear the mother hollar. dog eat dog, no more running with the pack. shaman saying he could change the world with the fungus in his sack.
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
Broken Cogs.
we suckle the **** of the "civilized" world thats designed for your comfort and your ease. but we are all blind, hit stop and rewind. its the shaman that really sees. umbilical chord to the material world designed for fleeting satisfaction. chasing for tomorrow, life that's full of sorrow. fooled by capitalist distraction. turn our backs on nature, killing for the dollar. eat some of nature's candy so you can hear the mother hollar. dog eat dog, no more running with the pack. shaman saying he could change the world with the fungus in his sack.
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
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