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Damned hell of a world Where people are just people they're not And I'm fucked up And so are you We're all screwed over with the same abstraction The mind is deranged Bodies ugly Eyes and hearts held in a paper bag Tossed about like lunch Bitter bread of angry souls Tar juice of flowing revulsion Swallowed down like daily doses By absent empathy And x-marked void Tyrannical and sovereign Turning people inside out Organs smeared against the magnifying glass Blood like rancid gas It hangs like an epidemic around us It gouges our eyes And tears us limb from limb Like the meat for dinner So nauseatingly imperfect A wad of impalpable shape Ascending like the sad reflections Of the erring turns Straight to obscurity Plunge in eternal massacre 'Cause it's a new holocaust We curse ourselves In violence In passion Then sucked on a revolver That keeps us alive It keeps us standing It keeps us going

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