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Here's to my defeat, raise your glasses, kick your feet
Skin the body, sell the meat to peddler, pastor, and leech
It's all the same or so I'm told, the preying hawk, the praying mole
The bloody streets, the cell, parole. Hear the elite? Behold
"Boys, we graduate tonight, and we want all our futures bright
And all of our pretty wives white, how they disgust themselves"
But I've heard verse from corpse to corpse, and back to dreams do they resort
Eternal voices still report that they woke up to soon
Dayadhvam

Alright, alright, alright, goddamn, crack a can, everything is borrowed
Let us drown this cosmic sorrow, we have gathered here to preach
With our world wide likes and follows, f*cking sheep and wolf staccato
It's a shamed bipolar model, we are guilty each to each
So on, so forth, the world's so coarse, plastic waves crash on the shore
A precious plague to be ignored, scorch the land, slaughtered lambs
Well how 'bout four on the floor, 130 beats per measuring our suffering
Can I get a little bit less compassion, more judgement
Damyata
Without
Without
Without
Without
Goddamn