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The ink never strays
from the lines on the paper
a troubling reminder
we're set in our ways
conditioned to buy what is sold
just as long as they tell us
we need it we're willing to pay

Place a price tag
on my head
and start the bidding
to them we're just
a paycheck we are
the all consuming
sheep in the pasture
that's littered with barbs

a rat in a maze
dons the suit in your closet
to rot in a single file line'
shuffle through trenches of white
may our hearts never whither in wallets
a hunger for monetary wealth dissolves unity
(the sheep shall follow)

Place a price tag
on my head
and start the bidding
to them we're just
a paycheck we are
the all consuming
sheep in the pasture
that's littered with barbs

Preprogrammed god fucking save us
(where are you? where are you?)
come set us free
so cold and empty when there's
money on the line
(we will tear into ourselves)
Preprogrammed why won't you help us
(where are you? where are you?)
come set us free
so cold and empty when there's
money on the line
(we will tear ourselves apart)

Place a price tag
on my head
and start the bidding
to them we're just
a paycheck we are
the all consuming
sheep in the pasture
that's littered with barbs

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