Ozymandias

Commercial consummation leaves us madly manipulated

In the wake of their destruction, let us burn in hell

And this Mecca that we once knew, oh she’s draped in corporate residue

With our teeth now firmly planted, as we drink her clean

Everywhere I look it seems like no one’s understood

And while the hand that feeds us laughs and teases, we fade

I’m sick and tired of all this fighting, I need someone I can confide in

Alone and scared, lord I’m crying please save me

Ruby, baby, I need you here

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