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My Mia

Starved for a freedom of speech
Got us emaciated
The colors been bleeched
It's like we're already dead
The right to my fingers
Goes right to my throat
The nations been vexed
And I'll cast my vote
It's my first amendment
And my web domain
My funhouse mirror
And my hunger pain

Another crack in the mirror structure
Another voice gone down the drain
Another vision of self has struck her
Another break from the hunger pain

Starved with a viewer restriction
The bar has been reached
And Mia's already dead
A taste of perfection
on the assembly line
A taste of acceptence
from the eisles of eyes

Fuck privelage, this is a right