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It’s true I fucking hate you

Because I fucking ain’t you

Put on big shoes and makeup

For this transparent fakeup

Schuck off my identity

For my image I pity

Harvest false chemical notion

From the electric ocean

Plague of ideals springs forth

From web that seeks to ensnare

They’ve got you by the finger

Try not to rip out your hair

Wave an arrogant flag of outrage

Inflate ego and enrage

It’s only temporary

This forced obituary

Cut the power, kill your TV

Step outside to truly see

Give no offer to the furnace cow

Where’s your machine god now?