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A dying industry
Fueled by power and greed
Be careful not to give in to breed
Where futile trends are relentless needs

In my mind
I see right through your disguise

Falsehood surrounds this world
A dumbed down version of reality
That spits in the face of morality
Validation is a drug relied on
Always asking for your trivial opinions
While building a shrine for their superficial egos

In my mind
I see right through your disguise
Blueprints of the blind
This is the state of the industry, today
As dictated by those who lead

A society blinded by images
That clouds their judgement
But is this what you want
To be a prop of their act?

Looping nursery rhymes are the end
Popularity contests have dictated the future
These images must be destroyed
Before they end with the preserved

Sympathizers wait for the next big thing
A one-hit boy-wonder for three minutes of fame

In my mind
I see right through your disguise
Blueprints of the blind
This is the state of the industry, today
As dictated by those who lead

A society blinded by images
That clouds their judgement
But is this what you want
To be a prop of their act?

Is this your next fad?

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