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Finality of the Vices
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The Pixie Dust All my life they told me I could be
Anything that I imagined for me
And I believed, in sheer ignorance
That the world was tangible at my fingertips.
They told me that I was in command
That the world was in the palm of my hand
But they deceived my naive younger mind
For I have found what all adults eventually find
That this world is poison and corrupted dreams
And what's left to hear are the woeful screams
Of those who wished upon stars once before
And now the mystery's solution is lying on the floor
Those hopes and dreams of a future so bright
Are intangible remains of a tycoon's drunken night
And we eat up his shit like it's so fucking great
And this is why we will never escape.
