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A sneaking suspicion of pompous protrution A glimmering splint of carnivorous contempt We bleed here for the city that eats us alive kids with lost souls and fashion beneath which they hide A souless confusion puppet masters beyond this illusion The tables have turned and the kids turn back. Relying on pineal secretions or atleast drug induced apartheid to set them back on track A concrete master ruled by rubber slaves so much evidence and yet so little dismay **** the clock before it clocks you out Your empty shallow lives only reflecting the smell of sweat your bodies do not wish to confide   Alone in a plastic prison without a scent of discontent for the blood that stagnates inside
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Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
Tasteless
A sneaking suspicion of pompous protrution A glimmering splint of carnivorous contempt We bleed here for the city that eats us alive kids with lost souls and fashion beneath which they hide A souless confusion puppet masters beyond this illusion The tables have turned and the kids turn back. Relying on pineal secretions or atleast drug induced apartheid to set them back on track A concrete master ruled by rubber slaves so much evidence and yet so little dismay **** the clock before it clocks you out Your empty shallow lives only reflecting the smell of sweat your bodies do not wish to confide   Alone in a plastic prison without a scent of discontent for the blood that stagnates inside
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Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
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