| Streets are wrapped,
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| childlike faces smooth and blank.
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| firm young flesh,
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| hung with paper crowns.
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| pull me up from where we are,
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| the big keep getting bigger,
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| and their hearts keep getting harder,
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| an imaginary game,
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| eating at every living thing,
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| a wide mouth dripping with sarcasm,
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| a bloody fat slash grinning over,
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| bleached white-fang teeth,
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| that glow like green warning signs of sickness,
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| taking for your kind,
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| and running with you winnings,
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| they’re just running with your winnings.
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| staring ahead and hearing,
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| voices saving useless things,
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| about how to be better,
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| about how to get bigger,
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| it’s your knight on white horse,
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| turn it all around,
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| the world is just for you,
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| but you don’t want to take it,
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| ah — you must be useless!
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| and you must be lazy,
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| have enough then,
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| with insipid grins,
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| that swallow hard and
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| Bear. |
| Big. |
| Burden.
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| this place is getting tighter,
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| and all around the angels scream
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| and close the gates of heaven,
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| a division of the ages,
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| try to swallow wings of traitors,
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| robbed of being really human,
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| And the voice drip with sarcasm like
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| bloody fat slash grinning over
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| white-fanged teeth that glow like green
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| warning signs of sickness
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| and running with their winnings
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| they’re just running with their winnings
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| Big are getting bigger and
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| Hearts are getting harder
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| An imaginary game,
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| eating at every living thing,
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| a voice dripping with sarcasm like,
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| a bloody fas slash grinning over,
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| bleached white-fang teeth,
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| that glow like green warnings
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| warning signs of sickness,
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| but little things add up
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| a barbed-wire fence of stiffened spines
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| broadcasts violent death through flashing blinds
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| look at their faces
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| Keep it all inside.
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| if not, we’ll all go down together,
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| a coward’s crawling death,
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| the paper king’s big dinner.
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| look at their faces
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| and down into their eyes
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| and the vacant, glaring, certainty
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| of nothing, ever, anywhere |