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Guilt Free
Who the fuck would care if the weak perished
So long as our pockets are full of useless paper
This guilt free pandemic of isolation
Passed down from generations
I fucking hate humanity
Ignorance is their only defense
Consuming useless shit
That only brings us closer
To our biggest fears
Dying
Trying
Failing
Maybe if I push a weaker soul
In front of a moving train
My life would be worth more
Maybe my life would be spared
In this systematic paranoia
Everything seems so clear
But I know the suffering
Of the man behind the mirror
Fascism
Utopian and fair to all is the dream, but we compromise and this is the result. We don't want 1984, we want designer everything and the weaker souls are about to take a hit with the proposed national budget. If he touches social security, I'm going to Washington, D.C. for the One-Woman protest. Papable cynicism - vibrant and expressive of evil as a thing. - slc