Your skull on a network broadcast. Sweaty palms holding a bloody hall pass. Show their faces so they keep on watching. If silence shows up then just talk though it. Endless echoes in a big old hallway we rot in. We report and you die. We even let you speak for us, you worthless piece fo shit. Just shut up. Shut up. Just shut the fuck up. You dont even know what youre saying. I cant think while Im staring at the screen. Our lifeless trophy, fixated and unaware. Blinded with pride, becoming the enemy. While the amputee salutes and the lynch mob ties their noose. We cant help but drown before the ship even starts to sink. I cant think while Im staring at the screen. The days turn to weeks, maybe well find a way. And Im not getting sleep. Im not fucking sleeping. Ive ground down my teeth till theyre dust. But you need me, Im telling you this. Well burn down our house together. Together. Were fucked. Every man for himself. Our currency is ignorance. And weve been doing just fine. Well keep rewarding ourselves for economic genocide. I cant think while Im staring at the screen. The days turn to weeks. Maybe well find a way.
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