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At the cross roads Down on my knees If you love me Jesus Wire me some money Dank to think I can sort out my woes Cause? : the bitter scratch of time Stronger than the thoughts of man A healing flow, sublime. I’m more right than Maggie The masters bigwig voice They just drool to make me a tool But I have a choice Really on my own here All made of stars The commute and infinity The universe and cars Four walls follow wherever I go Maybe I created these four walls? Could the collective of humanity dream past the halls of fools Mighty moloch man eater You furnace of society Guzzling skeletal men Chained by bureaucracy
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Jul 4, 2011
Jul 4, 2011 at 5:36 PM UTC
Structures to serve people and not the other way around
At the cross roads Down on my knees If you love me Jesus Wire me some money Dank to think I can sort out my woes Cause? : the bitter scratch of time Stronger than the thoughts of man A healing flow, sublime. I’m more right than Maggie The masters bigwig voice They just drool to make me a tool But I have a choice Really on my own here All made of stars The commute and infinity The universe and cars Four walls follow wherever I go Maybe I created these four walls? Could the collective of humanity dream past the halls of fools Mighty moloch man eater You furnace of society Guzzling skeletal men Chained by bureaucracy
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Jul 4, 2011
Jul 4, 2011 at 5:36 PM UTC
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