Scrap the extras cut out the spareparts let's keep our eyes wide open. Fuck the
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idol reject the star let's feed ourselves some struction. Convention blackmails
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creativity this lack of challange kills me. Manipulate the obvious. Cowards
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bought by traditionalist manners. Scream at the herd that are heard the most
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without substance and with useless banners. The rhymes of revolution. Poetry
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written in gasoline. Your art is worth nothing.
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Poetry Written In Casoline
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