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Give me your youth, feed me your time
You've come to me first, but now you are mine
Feed me your story, give me your mind
Is there any more that you'd like me to find?
Now get in line, can you see all the eyes?
They're only expecting the best of your lies
Why make it work, when you can just go?
When red and blue mix, I don't like it so
Loved ones who care? Friends who would stay?
Whatever, it's not like you need them anyway
Just play with me some more, get into me deeper
I am after all, your only way to a keeper
Look at the lot of them, so happy and proud
You should march along, no dissent allowed
Matrices and columns is all that I know
Now just you wait for the ****** of my show
All of them are hooked, changing as they go
This perverted gallery soon is all they know
You think this might be bad, but it's just a taste
A mind is a beautiful thing to carelessly waste
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