oh humankind ye shaped of chimpanzees and rumors of rumors and days of fast talkin artillery make this modern full of death and petroleum you ve got blood and diamonds dripping from your linens saying peace is expensive i ll take a raincheck or two thousand years later rolled up into putty and eight year olds are choking to death swallowed by buses so stoned and never make it to the podium pretend to care and get called out for not sending tanks to shanghai yet it s too much work we can t stomach the future with out the thought of cheap labor middlemen of middlemen lining up to take cuts of what they could never create with their own hands swollen glands pretending as gods the lesser the evil more likely to vanish as common is more likely to make you classic than ugly living is easy with so many lousy architects it s been a cold day in hell it s been a cold day in heaven and all between wreaks of prefab teen spirit sucked through the coolest scenes places we ve never been are vexing at us don t need no cuba the only guantanamo i know is on the radio hearing about you is like ripping off my fingernails with battery acid and calling it a touch up welcome to the ocean let the champaign fill your lungs the shipwrecker s name is only remembered by the sea welcome to the ocean let the champaign fill your lungs the shipwrecker s name in the ocean it is writ and this campaign was paid for by the sons of genghis khan you expect me to stop reading just because writers stopped reading the signs on the walls before the building falls i told you so i say before their words can do me any more harm don t want you to pray for me they ll be no photos of no fake ches holding aks for me i ll make no calm calculation only to promise struggle is eternal since the cold war ended we still behind the wall street journal the meek shall inherit the outskirts and make a choice isn t a life a currency enough so why we huddle emotionally spent all is fair in laissez faire pyromania smoke screens surround every other thought but i know which ideas belong to me and those i credit to modernity make waste to a thousand former me s who knew everything under the sun is a joke but the joke didn t let up so lets just be fair the world turns in squares and all those on the underside those on the underside get crushed mercilessly x 4 welcome to the ocean let the champaign fill your lungs the shipwrecker s name is only remembered by the sea welcome to the ocean let the champaign fill your lungs the shipwrecker s name in the ocean it is writ
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