Often misjudged are the criminals among us;
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guilty and their sentence is not yet served.
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How broken and dead the reigning race would be if we all got what we deserved.
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All sentient beings are only those that we dictate - how can you judge what you lick off your plate?
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Giver now has been brutally raped. Who knows if the future has so good a taste?
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...Although we know what the future has, for us, in store, a consumption society just breaks right through the door...
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In blissful ignorance the fists of power thrive.
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Now, look at your hands - your command tells who will survive.
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Fresh mermaid carcasses wash up on shore.
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They're a prize to be won and a cheap thrill - be more.
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Paranoid grins on fake colorless smiles, fear of the hollow between wrong and right.
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Sobriety is no longer an option when digging up words from the trench you fall in.
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...At the top of your game, who cares?
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The ones below are too far down.
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But we're the ones who kill our neighbours to stay safe and sound...
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In blissful ignorance the fists of power thrive.
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Now, look at your hands - your command tells who will survive.
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Trophy Kill
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We are such great masochists.
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Fuck you, fucking hypocrite!
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We are such great masochists.
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Fuck you
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Too bad you do what you do to score.
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True, that you knew what you know, before.
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In blissful ignorance the fists of power thrive.
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Now, look at your hands - your command tells who will survive.
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Trophy Kill
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The Agonist |