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I

                                                      ­  .... )   The winds   ( ...

every one is dying

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little children

all in prison

Selling their bodies

As if it was their soul

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Oh yes !

Oh no  !

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frenzied ****

Ugly
Stupid

Cookie cutter people

Totally controlled


•


Mass market commodity !

I see

Corpse like visions

Of emptiness

//

ain't no place to plant your seed

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These bodies with no hearts nor brains

)(

Hey boy !

See the babes !


//

They say so many things

But oh the price you eventually pay

//

Stumbling thru

The

Poisoned fantasies



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