I like you have mastered this apathetic art of cool In this media induced frenzy we are mashed into the same box Then sealed with government grade glue Where we tick away like cuckoo clocks and wait for our turn to explode We are weeping machines finely tuned with gasoline Marching ablaze with anger to the fires of this self destructing drum A bloody leaf blows by We turn our heads and cry As this world collapses the clouds shake Please open your eyes and wake So we can save our souls before its too late.
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