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Hiding behind corporate logos and hijacked prose Probably somewhere a tattooed rose, weeping The lamest in the game You sell because you're for sale Doesn't make those same old ideas that aren't even yours any less stale What is it like to bite something that's been chewed up, regurgitated, and re-eaten? Does it taste like fire, or sound like Eden? No? Then why do you repeat it!? Because, all you know is what you're told Fear keeps you clinging the mold You hate yourself so you pretend to be someone else I've been there myself... We are all ******** fakers.
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Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 9:48 PM UTC
******** Fakers (and other such nonsense)
Hiding behind corporate logos and hijacked prose Probably somewhere a tattooed rose, weeping The lamest in the game You sell because you're for sale Doesn't make those same old ideas that aren't even yours any less stale What is it like to bite something that's been chewed up, regurgitated, and re-eaten? Does it taste like fire, or sound like Eden? No? Then why do you repeat it!? Because, all you know is what you're told Fear keeps you clinging the mold You hate yourself so you pretend to be someone else I've been there myself... We are all ******** fakers.
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Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 9:48 PM UTC
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