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Here's to my defeat, raise your glasses, kick your feet Skin the body, sell the meat to peddler, pastor, and leech It's all the same or so I'm told, the preying hawk, the praying mole The bloody streets, the cell, parole. Hear the elite? Behold "Boys, we graduate tonight, and we want all our futures bright And all of our pretty wives white, how they disgust themselves" But I've heard verse from corpse to corpse, and back to dreams do they resort Eternal voices still report that they woke up to soon Dayadhvam Alright, alright, alright, goddamn, crack a can, everything is borrowed Let us drown this cosmic sorrow, we have gathered here to preach With our world wide likes and follows, fucking sheep and wolf staccato It's a shamed bipolar model, we are guilty each to each So on, so forth, the world's so coarse, plastic waves crash on the shore A precious plague to be ignored, scorch the land, slaughtered lambs Well how 'bout four on the floor, 130 beats per measuring our suffering Can I get a little bit less compassion, more judgement Damyata Without Without Without Without Goddamn