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    My ever waking contempt for our sick way of life steals from me
    Any
    Last hope for us as a species
    To survive ourselves I watch us breed, I watch us drown in our
    Oily
    Seas of greed forever lost...
    A time before the machine manufactured ideals pushed onus all
    Day a
    Few shall dictate as we fall
    Disillusioned I tear away all the bullshit fed to me every day
    Choking
    As I'm smothered in the media
    Swarms of pressured thoughts distorted truths are your words for
    Me
    Manufactured ideals pushed
    On us all a few shall decide as we all fall disillusioned I tear
    Away
    All the bullshit fed to me
    Everyday our world stands on it's last withering legs and I
    Struggle to
    Find a reason to care
    For your pained screams are echoed in the laughter of those who
    Seal
    Our fate... they seal our fate
    My ever waking contempt for our sick way of life steals from me
    Any
    Last hope for... Survival of us
    As a species lost I watch us dig our grave our own fucking grave

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