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Society's egg shells crumbling beneath my feet.
Growing old of anxious nights and monotonous days.
Better to separate myself than to conform to a condition my mental capacity can't accept.
Too many variables to this new human condition to be capable of any free thinking.
We will change but only in masses
You refuse to live for yourself
You refuse to think for yourself
Line up to your death
Like lambs to the slaughter
We will change, but only in the masses
A slim few can only be defined as truly free, as truly free
We will rise up
Through limitless apathy
Line up to your death…
Like lambs to the slaughter...

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