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living in the end times
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songs i'm outside and i can't believe my eyes
livin in the end times
it's worse every year
i'm inside and the music rapes my mind
nowhere i can hide
from entertainment
it's one big factory, and i'm a product
half of my memories are two dimensional
it's all canned
now
i go outside and i look down
and i hear voices in my head
echo notions i renounce
born into factories and i'm a product
half of my memories are two-dimensional
it's all canned
