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A touch of Synthetic Blue drips down our tear battered frames before it catches on a match made in hell Becomes an oily twisting saffron cold flame Redefines love as a pact to collectively fall apart Redefines hate as a pop cultural norm As it smolders strife imitates art Another massacre Another overdose Another malignant mass media circus and maybe now you understand inevitability Synthetic Blue is a registered trademark of White Spider Pharmaceuticals, a division of the White Spider Corporation, and is used without permission.
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Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
Dystopia NOW! (Synthetic Blue)
A touch of Synthetic Blue drips down our tear battered frames before it catches on a match made in hell Becomes an oily twisting saffron cold flame Redefines love as a pact to collectively fall apart Redefines hate as a pop cultural norm As it smolders strife imitates art Another massacre Another overdose Another malignant mass media circus and maybe now you understand inevitability Synthetic Blue is a registered trademark of White Spider Pharmaceuticals, a division of the White Spider Corporation, and is used without permission.
Amy-Grindhouse
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Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
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