let's gather 'round the carcass of the old deflated beast, we have
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seen it through the accolades and rested in its lea, syntactic is our
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elegance, incisive our disease, the swath endogenous of ourselves will
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be our quandary, we've nestled in its hollow and we've succkled at its
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breast, grandiloquent in attitude, impassioned yet inept, frivolous
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gavel our design, ludicrous our threat, excursive expeditions leave us
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holding less and less, so what does it mean? when we tell ourselves
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it's only for a while we have been deceived and it's only for a moment
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that the treasures of our day make life easier to complicate, the
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treasure thrown away, i'm so tired of all the fucked up minds of all
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the terrorist religions and their bullshit lines, of all the hand-me-
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downs from all industrial crimes and the weeping mothers and those who
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aree led som blind, from the plastic protests and the hands of time
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and the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind
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The Positive Aspects Of Negative Thinking
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