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70 lines
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Is this pure reality?
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Could we be led to believe?
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Lemmings up against a sea
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Drowning in speculation
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Even told when waters older
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More polluted never
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Drink the murky media
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To plumb the depth of time
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Anyone
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Anyone
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Anyone
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Anyone
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What of human frailty
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Visualize with clarity?
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Past the sanitation
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To the childish flesh and bone
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Bleaching sticks and stoner ribs
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Pukes up the gallow's laughter
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Stage the mighty media
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Blessing this sanitation
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What is this supposed to hold?
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Freedoms crush, disparaged souls?
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Despot dug in yellow cake
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And failed to certify it
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Crippled son to pass it on
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A hatred fed on hatred
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Redefy defensive form
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As if to never see that
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What is real?
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Canned I feel,
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Less important than today
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Anyway, is it worth the slaughter?
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Sit and feel absolutely zero suffering
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A condition worth denying
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Pasted carcass, killing fields
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Body parts off dolls that bleed
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Who was once committed
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Pulling wings off flying things
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Feeling bold to knot put over
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Twisted ever after
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Hissing faded left alone
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To replicate the lie
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What is real?
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Ask the dream
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Some dim shift, a rift within
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Funniest seems a distant damp ring
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Fitting end
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Destination: ego
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Death within
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The condition: dear dementia
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____________________
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Name Past Present
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Artist Skinny Puppy
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Album The Greater Wrong of the Right
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Original text by Kevin Ogilvie, Mark Walk, Kevin Crompton
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