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The system breaks disintegrates the walls come crashing in. the damage done repair men come, fit new plates and it once again disintegrates. It needs a complete new overhaul before the system kills us all or that being done the repair men come and fit new plates. I arch my back and watch it go, cool cats you know have nine lives so I watch it go again again. I watch the system come to its end and I pretend the system that emerges from the dust will and must be better than the one that went before, but it's just as I anticipate another break and disintegrate. Lies designed to disenfranchise, built in comfort for the nine to five, six lives down and three to go I watch it go and go and know the last plate left is the one that's so predictable.
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Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC
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The system breaks disintegrates the walls come crashing in. the damage done repair men come, fit new plates and it once again disintegrates. It needs a complete new overhaul before the system kills us all or that being done the repair men come and fit new plates. I arch my back and watch it go, cool cats you know have nine lives so I watch it go again again. I watch the system come to its end and I pretend the system that emerges from the dust will and must be better than the one that went before, but it's just as I anticipate another break and disintegrate. Lies designed to disenfranchise, built in comfort for the nine to five, six lives down and three to go I watch it go and go and know the last plate left is the one that's so predictable.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC
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