| Eternally following dicatation from those who are great
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| Captivating the minds of sacrificial possibilities
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| Paying homage with their blood and their rise of equivalence
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| Money is made from anything marketed as happiness
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| Conceived into a nation of profitable fools
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| Who find bliss in obsession with the non essential
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| The media perverts the sights of the child with its vivid images
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| Until it succumbs to this cycle of consumerism
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| Until it sees a vision showing nothing
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| But the artificial image set before it in its fabricated life
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| An age of poison into thinking they are less than who they are
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| A complexion carried to the grave
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| The impressionable child the forever dreams to be
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| The unrivaled epitome of perfection
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| The manufactured image by which others aspire
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| Becomes a calculated implement of sale
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| Deeper the idolatry spreads of neurosis in an age of youth and pride
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| Sensativity to every judgement made
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| Beauty was once in the eye of the beholder
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| But in these modern times you are not raised to be yourself
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| You are raised to be the same as everybody else
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| Both in mind and appearance you are made to template
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| Imposed on to fill its design with perfect likeness
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| Regardless of the sacrifices made
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| Whilst struggling to fit the mold formulated
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| And to fulfil every order given
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| In the quest to become the resemblancy
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| Of the present exalted icon
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| The critical way in which the child analyzes itself
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| Saddens it and destroys its self esteem
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| And as hatred for its physical form is formed
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| By the constant examination
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| A rift between soul and body materializes
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| And all individualty is erased |