Deaths release just one more scam Peer through your lifeless blueveined hands And watch the parasites rush in To make a buck off your old carbon Throwing up their pipelines Across miles of ruined skin Refining down your empty flesh For nutrients and oxygen Pinstripeshrouded maggots seize And monetize your memories Oh, its too fucking sad We gave up what we had All that life, wasted on the living And we, the dreamers, lost to the dream
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