Early Cuyler's destiny Cognition is fried with a false sense of pride It makes no sense to me What is there to be proud of here? Oblivious fear
Placating machines that never stop Pay no mind unless it's your head it wants You worship at the altar of pigs
One will justify chewing on a turd sandwich if they sit in an echo chamber long enough
Has it been long enough?
Take a bite you will like it Sprinkled with fun catchprases all of them likeminded All of them likeminded
Locked in a cage, societal drop Placating machines that never stop
Wearing a monocle perched at the top Pay no mind unless it's your head it wants
Withdrawn and afraid, a trembling lip You dig and you dig and you dig and you dig So you can worship at the altar of pigs You dig and you dig and you dig and you dig
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