Come for more you hungry one
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With drooped head you reach for more
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Eagerness to satisfy your primitive senses
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The stream of information turned into sea of madness
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Another turnpike in the no-man's-land
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We're drowning in the absurd
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Trying to count what's simply surd
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With white gloves we touch the dirt
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Pleasant jingling works like lure
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Wipe your screen dripping blood
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To see your turned in grimace face
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Cheap tricks to entertain us
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Fresh meat for brainless masses
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The closer is the precipice the more I quicken my pace
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Neverending
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Message sending
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Without personality
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No chance for self defending
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Canned reality
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Artificial tears
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Vanity and greed
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Make the wish
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I ask you 'where's the limit
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When can I forget about my pride.'
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Let the show begin killing for killing time
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Extorted taste, obedience
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Affected laughter lasts too long
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It's like a snake-charmer that makes us all dance to his song
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Murder in prime time who's gonna resist
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Temptation of being beholder
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Watching through fingers yet public negation
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The weapon is humiliation
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You laugh at one's faults but your screen is the mirror
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Curiosity drives tide of the market
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Creates cast to another performance
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Boredom gives the chance of degeneration
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Killing For Killing Time
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