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Mindless, gutless plastic punx. False intentions
Conviction fallen by the wayside of leather jackets
Three decades of homogeneous black uniforms
And we’re drowning in a sea of mediocrity and crumbling facade
Switched off, the glue that you huff can’t hold you together
And it won’t hold the world as we watch it fall apart
Shapeshifting sycophant
Drink to forget, but there is no pride in being pathetic and useless
Self imposed cycles of nothing accomplished
Protests whispered from the corners of tight lipped hypocrites
Choking on ego, choking on integrity
You toe the line, now hang from it
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