Yeah, I wonder how the hell personal space becameA personal box without a light to crash the door to lifeThe need to look at ourselves radically and try to stripOurselves of the insulation that has surronded us againFighting the growing conspiracy, energy drives my hateThis is 2000, let's touch our glasses, but are we having fun yetYou end up worrying about worry, aren't we just a bunch of pussiesA society whose chief weapon is the consumerist hypercaneWhich insists the IKEA flatpacks will make you wellroundedRipping wounds that never heal for others to throw salt on itBut you'll see the pain is what I need to dig your grave, assholeYou end up worrying about worry, aren't we just a bunch of pussiesFighting the growing conspiracy, energy drives my hateThis is 2000, let's touch our glasses, but are we having fun yetYou end up worrying about worry, aren't we just a bunch of pussies
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