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And they're staring like
And they're watching like
And they're looking like

And they're gazing like
And they're staring like
And they're watching like

And they're looking like
And they're gazing like
And they're staring like

And they're watching like

A spectacle of society

When they're watching live tv.
Celebrating pretty colors.
Everything they like to see.


Laughing at the jokes
Of a dead enemy.

Desensitizing
Mesmerizing
Heads and memories.


Good guys, bad guys.
Never saying that's why.

Always praying for the
Slaying till they see a child cry.


What they never think about
Is what they're never told.
Like what the man did for his people

And the poor so

Build it up, stack it high

Hype it up, say you're right.
Watch the fire burn.
And they're glad that it's not their turn.


Turn it off. Open books.
Know their cooked, and they took a

Abilities to think of what the other side is going through

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Tragedy's temptation, that strange infatuation
If it isn't met, the mind's a mess, addiction leads to agitation.

In love with apocalypse
pictures pressed against our lips
Flirting with the "other side"

Our consumption's limitless.
Fascinated with the flame, the flood,
What have we become?

A dilated eyes





with an endless need to see more blood?

What is death but a series of unfortunate events
glaring back at us behind a television set?
That's where the line's between falsehood and reality

Go ahead and let's pretend and overcome mortality.
Life is just a passing trend, I don't know what your goal is friend,
But I'm patiently waiting. I'm just here to see the end.



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And they're staring like

And they're watching like
And they're looking like
And they're gazing like

And they're staring like
And they're watching like
And they're looking like
And they're gazing like
And they're staring like

And they're watching like