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Slammed Transmissions
Outside these sly divisions,
call it quits,
Call it a submission then,
I've been put in the position
to make a facial incision,
Beg pardon,
This is only a scalpal trend,

The nurse is hanging
in anestheisiatic suspense,
Suspended in dream state
trapped in such a horrid place,

Who is going to fix your life
When you fuck it up enough?
Our parents are gone
and you're too old to give up,
Tell me who's going to change your luck
When things are too tough?
Our parents are gone
And no god is going to show up,

The opposition
must be getting thick,
Hordes of lords
Lying to get rich quick,
Tunnel visions arrived
though I can't cut free,

The line is growing to the

point of displeasurment,
But I've got to act fast
So act now
While supplies last,

Memories of carbon copies,
Our eyes glued to a TV screen,
That's the way we preferred it,
Aren't we all just technicolor fiends?
So follow me
And come with me,
I can make you seem real,
Real soon
You'll see