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Teeming with distractions
Trojan horse rolled backwards
Mastered buy your own device
Then splice in then cut to the sad sorry image of some grinning 'caster
Staring at a sinkhole
Piling up disasters
Making the footage raw
Now parade the muscles
Trying to make their dicks grow
Warring with their bodies dimensions oversold
"I wonder if I pierce it will my body stop lying to me?
Now mouthing mile a minute
Blasting like a furnace
Fogging up the lenses with the dampness of spew
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Loss of concentration
Loss of obvious
Laws of stimulation
Signed anonymous
It's a stock set up
Man check it out!
A well worn cop's shoe's kicking out a door frame
Classwar extra
Pr-ing like a foreman's dog
"What a slob but I guess you know
He's got to make a living somehow"
Tossing a wild eyed greaser right onto the pavement
Scanned into the bright light maxing the pixels to glow
How did it come to mean nothing but this?

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