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Do you ever get the feeling that everything in America is completely fucked up?
The choice you make
Will be your own
A pattern forms
Too scarred to feel
Too scared to follow
And so am I
Wisdom will cower
And so will I
Words breed lies
Beneath it all
Death in your veins
Life on your knees
The rain will wash me away
All structures collapse
Nothing covers my grave
Only destruction remains
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