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Plowed (Sponge)
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Call Me (Blondie)
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Huddled Masses
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Oh we’re all such blind, indulgent fools
Retreating from the horrors of life into
Glistening dreams, grinding simulacrum
Acting out scenes we cannot abide
Delicate machines for every task
Cables burst through skin unasked
Our muscles wilt, thanks to keystroke commands
Our fate’s to be strangled by idle hands
Moribund calculations complete,
Designed to die for profit now
Citizens to grateful slaves reduced
A passive public to accept abuse
We ignore as drones buzz overhead
Captivated and strung out
We’re just slime extruded from the gears
A putrid byproduct the affluent flout
Say can you see our barren wasted lands
Highways like scars through fields left unmanned
Every gaze drawn to the dazzling dead displays
Huddled masses, our technology betrays
Crushed beneath
the weight of worthless paper
Fashioning gilded cages
Say can you see our barren wasted lands
Highways like scars through fields left unmanned
Every gaze drawn to the dazzling dead displays
Orphans all, worshiping electric gods
Huddled masses, our technology betrays
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