You were conceived on a storyboard
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In an uptown high-rise
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Where your celebrity was born
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From umbilical obscurity
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And the list keeps growing
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And our ears keep bleeding
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And the masses keep begging for more
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And your screams keep coming
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And the units keep moving
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And the masses keep begging for more
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The grins of your puppeteers are beaming
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Because the quotas will be made
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Or your time in the spotlight will fade
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At the hands of the same pigs that made you
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So speak of movements
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To move more units
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And invent brand name for your “believers?
Like brands on slaves
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We’ll still be waiting for something stimulating
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Because in the end all you sold us was boredom
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Another Boredom Movement
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| Project 86 |
