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Born into a world that boldly states it wants you dead. Freaks atop soapboxes pay top-dollar for your head. Resolution falters and your ego falls apart. Human beings living in denial of their hearts. *** is just a hobby to those hedonistic swine, Twisted metamorphosis of evils intertwined. More and more consumption just to fill the gaping void. Lie upon your deathbed and recall what you've enjoyed; Not the plastic figurines that sat upon your shelves, Not the animated films you've watched since you were twelve, Not pretentious critics or the artists they adore, Selling out your soul, becoming satisfaction's ***** Living like a rat will never justify the pain. Running through the maze, the patterns etched into your brain. Jump through hoops and maybe you'll receive another treat. After all, the struggle makes your carcass taste so sweet.
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 1:44 AM UTC
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Born into a world that boldly states it wants you dead. Freaks atop soapboxes pay top-dollar for your head. Resolution falters and your ego falls apart. Human beings living in denial of their hearts. *** is just a hobby to those hedonistic swine, Twisted metamorphosis of evils intertwined. More and more consumption just to fill the gaping void. Lie upon your deathbed and recall what you've enjoyed; Not the plastic figurines that sat upon your shelves, Not the animated films you've watched since you were twelve, Not pretentious critics or the artists they adore, Selling out your soul, becoming satisfaction's ***** Living like a rat will never justify the pain. Running through the maze, the patterns etched into your brain. Jump through hoops and maybe you'll receive another treat. After all, the struggle makes your carcass taste so sweet.
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 1:44 AM UTC
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