| I am a product
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| I am a symbol of endless, hopeless, fruitless, aimless games
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| I’m a glossy packages on the supermarket shelf
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| My contents aren’t fit for human consumption
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| I could tragically injure your perfect health
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| My ingredients will seize up your body function
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| I’m the dirt that everyone walks on
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| I am the orphan nobody wants
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| I am the staircarpet everyone walks on
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| I am the leper nobody wants to touch…
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| Much
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| I am a sample
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| I am a scapegoat of useless, futureless, endless, mindless ideas
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| I’m a number on the paper you file away
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| I’m a portfolio you stick in the drawer
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| I’m the fool you try to scare when you say
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| «We know all about you, of that you can be sure»
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| Well, I don’t want your crazy system
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| I don’t want to be on your files
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| Your temptations I try to resist them
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| Cos I know what hides beneath your smiles, it’s…
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| EST
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| I am a topic
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| I am subject a for useless, futureless, endless, mindless debates
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| You think up ways that you can hide
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| From the naïve eyes of your figurehead
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| But don’t you find that it ain’t easy?
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| Wouldn’t you love to see me dead?
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| Your answer is to give me treatment
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| For crying out when you give me pain
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| Leave me with no possible remnant
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| You poke your knives into my brain, you send me…
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| Insane
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| I am an example
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| I’m no hero of the great, intelligent, magnificent human race
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| I’m part of the race that kills for possessions
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| Part of the race that’s wiping itself out
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| I’m part of the race that’s got crazy obsessions
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| Like locking people up, not letting them out
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| I hate the living dead and their work in factories
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| They go like sheep to their production lines
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| They live on illusions, don’t face the realities
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| All they live for is that big blue sign, it says, it says
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| I’m bored
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| Bored
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| Bored
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| Bored |