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It's no wonder

We feel alone

The absurd rituals

Of everyday life

Confirm the fact

That life is cheap

And flesh

Is temporary

Pass the butcher's shop

Pass the billboard

Both remind me

I'm a piece of meat

Pass the butcher's shop

Pass the billboard

Both remind me

I'm a piece of meat

And to all this

All I have to offer

Is contact, comfort

But I deny it as we all do

Locked within ourselves

Basking in the confines

Of self-love

Of self-hate