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As your soul gently drains into your iPhone. Cold and alone in a sterile home They call it progress However we can't go back... Advertisements sell products on the net quicker than crack. Hungry for all we lack Wanting our childhoods back. The future doesn't fit us There is no pity for us We curse our poverty As the planet dies An emoticon fills our eyes It's a smiley to gloss over the truth.
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
Profit for doom
As your soul gently drains into your iPhone. Cold and alone in a sterile home They call it progress However we can't go back... Advertisements sell products on the net quicker than crack. Hungry for all we lack Wanting our childhoods back. The future doesn't fit us There is no pity for us We curse our poverty As the planet dies An emoticon fills our eyes It's a smiley to gloss over the truth.
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
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