Training For Utopia
The Art Of Killing A Copy Machine
You could never do this remember who this is to you i was there when you held the notepad when you committed it all to memory only to reproduce at a fraction of the heart stop singing my songs stop cheapening my words you haven't raised a naive foot from your cage your lack of everything speaks volumes in no words and now you point every finger at me that i haven't done my job you're working overtime with no results so now i am pointing the fingers you could never do this you bite the hand that feeds you we built before everyone wanted a piece you could never do this never
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