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malignant thought process, hands in the fucking cookie jar
the more you have, the more you want
seizure from the flickering stars
the beauty must be hidden from envious eyes and
exposed to the delights of hateful minds then left to die

mass media suicide machines spew with a pungent recklessness
children are disposable, ATM's for this dead generation's lack of consciousness
sex and hate, divide to unite to drive profits of violence
this corporation was built with the teeth and bones
you supplied from your broken body draped in the country's flag

malignant thought process, hands all in the cookie jar
the more you have not, the less you'll need
concussed from the dazzling wars
the dead must be hidden from prying eyes

point and click, picture it
buy the lies in bullshit one-liners
point and click, picture it
the energy wasted on caring for a world that has become
hopelessly dead to itself

you can only save yourself from yourself
but you choose to be your own victim
locked, safely, away in your vacuum

pull the trigger, destroy it
buy the lies in bullshit one-liners
poor the gasoline, burn it
the exhaustion caused from bearing the empty weight
forced upon you by the things you don't need

consumed by the need to feed the greed of
corporate indulgence
being born is your death sentence

malignant thought process, your hand in the cookie jar
the more they sell, the more you buy
empty your wallet, go to war
then fuck off and die...