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The working pleasant
the fortune few
heads upon the fences
of the me and you
Art destroys the soul
for more than you should know
but the gangs of only ones
can wear your all your blood
Share the weight
and credit that you debt
eat the excesses
that you tend to forget
forget the future
guilt free guilt
resist it evenly
and forget what you've built
made up make up
to cover up those scars
old women dressed in dollar bills
taking what is ours
the sign of the time
is people vultures
with barcode for eyes
in a bankrupt culture
share the wear
and guilt free guilt
consume every inch
of excesses you built
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