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Dreaming of annihilation, repeated suffering the hollow pose Plastic cries of a dented future tied to a reckoning that never came to pass Rehearsal of diluted logic, devoid of thought, always empty Entrenched in the derivative Swallow the prescription The numbing synthetic tucked behind the shine All melted PR and ersatz hymns Empty songs of stale circus, the well-worn route to dissent Flogged as culture, swallowed commodity Flourishing stasis dead ideas A novel road surrendered to spent echoes of the past Collapse was perched there all along the dullest of foreshadowing It's easier to clutch the dogma than look beyond the end Blunt mimicry and capitulation One hundred dead ends through the same old mask Impressions of humanity, new awakenings perished in the data of a fallowing world Answers fixed and bound to a collage of memory Haunted by fragments and no stomach to confront No question of power just empty sentiment Gazes figured inward and imprisoned in the self