Untitled
By beau
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Untitled
Over-analyze the basics
Over-look the faceless
Over-talk the races
Over-praise the baseless
From up here the people look like ants
Marching in lines, doing their dance
Press the pedal, press the brake
Another year, another cake
Cloning sheep and copying men
Even Satan know's that's a sin
We're victims of our own machine
Feeding the flames of the war machine
The warm machine
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness
Starving, hysterical naked
Victims of the next generation,
and the next generation two years later
A little lost go click on find
Lines of code our new age mind
The Gates are open
The Jobbs are lost
The Shelly beach a sanctuary
Nothing can be done
The deal is done
What have we done
Playing God what have we done
The monster howled
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