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It's good for the economy to live in constant fear Fear makes one consume and live in doom and gloom I find myself restless Feeling all alone while every chair I sit on could well be my throne Someone somehow is robbing me of something The whatever I need to live off nothing They wave a sweet carrot I run like a horse without understanding I left my own course Then I fall on my face and having lost the race the jockey hits me The crowd jeers me I know how to run I know how to perform but I don't know how to rise after a fall I expect no mercy pity or remorse I expect fatal blows to strike me with force Like a useless animal to be put down To be discarded when it's no longer useful
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May 26
May 26, 2026 at 2:39 AM UTC
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It's good for the economy to live in constant fear Fear makes one consume and live in doom and gloom I find myself restless Feeling all alone while every chair I sit on could well be my throne Someone somehow is robbing me of something The whatever I need to live off nothing They wave a sweet carrot I run like a horse without understanding I left my own course Then I fall on my face and having lost the race the jockey hits me The crowd jeers me I know how to run I know how to perform but I don't know how to rise after a fall I expect no mercy pity or remorse I expect fatal blows to strike me with force Like a useless animal to be put down To be discarded when it's no longer useful
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May 26
May 26, 2026 at 2:39 AM UTC
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