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Lyrics:
It's infected, this city's a wasteland Slow drone reality Figure heads and scapegoats Holding back the punch line To exaggerate just right
We're collecting IOU's and absent apologies The unspoken sense of betrayal lingers
Everything is expendable here Mannequins and advert placements We leave no mark No lasting impressions
We decay, we cower We remain silent victims We argue We justify our own demise
Inner test market We suck up the fumes Meat, bones and bright ideas It's all insane
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