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They call to our conscience Believing lies of which they constructed Speaking of the end As if they know Why we tick What we stand for And how we were built They engineer misfortune The pain of a swollen stomach The heartache of a lover's leaving The absence of warmth They tell you how suffering is key To your happiness To Enlightenment We abide by laws We are taught how to love To live To die To endure the smell of the twisted essence of affliction And for what? For whom? There is no governing divinity Morality is out with bell bottoms We suffer We'll endure You'll wash your hands
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Jun 22, 2011
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