Lowered expectations met. Once were wolves,
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now domesticated pets. Hijacked syntax,
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footprints on our backs. I guess in retrospect
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we should have covered our tracks.
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But we see what's underneath, the empty
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threat when they bare their teeth. Like priests
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we speak a dead language, written in sand. We
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need a new lexicon, devils be damned.
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Now M.B.A.'s twist the DNA
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I guess the kids have had their say.
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No Way.
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Saccharine
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| Paint It Black |
