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Swell to be noticed, burn and rive

They know just how to wring out alive

Beggars dot unsightly scene

Theatrics are for those who are green

The beasts are your guardians until it’s time to feed

Run on that trend mill, scratch that cosmetic need.

Scream your crazy, stand your dust

In God we have to trust

Hearts aren’t practical they break, they rust

Tickets for standing where the privilege trot

Pump gas and watch the under class rot.

Words of promise get you through,

Tomorrow the sky will be blue.

But you’ll die alone just wait and see

They will burn your ashes out at sea.

If you have the money smoke the weed

Drink the vodka, ignore the heed.

Got a mirror, gaze inside,

It’s just that guilty western pride.

Don’t understand? Then God damn