They will file your grinders down
Doused in leftover chemicals
Perpetual suffering looks good on you
Magnetic pulses, microwave radiation
Exposed within the legal amounts
Someone has decided our fates
Before we begin to walk we decay
Fading slowly away from all I am
Everyone who I have shared so much
Now you see the reality of this with me
It's not so bad compared to what?
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Unclassified
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