Rebuild.
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Cannot close our eyes.
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Construction paper traffic.. corner office destruction.
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The cityscape burns brighter by the hour.
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Clock tower, bring us all down.
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Marching like ants to the foundation of a higher form.
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Trash. Capped and smothered. Trash bag. Trash hat.
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Wrinkle-free clients of doom.
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Feed me fear. (Informal)
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Feed me full. (Gluttony)
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Construction paper lawns... force-fed attention grabber...
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when will you learn.
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First come first serve.
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The all you can eat trumpet.. playing the tunes of our death.
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Breathe... now blow. Now blow.
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Let it be heard.
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The preacher's talent is going through the airwaves.
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(I need to be led in the right direction. Set up the bumpers...
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running in the gutter.
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The little kids taught me well...
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but I wonder why they don't listen anymore.
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Eat and watch, eat, eat, eat... what they feed.
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Corner office tubes... give me the best view in the hut.
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Feed me fear. (Informal)
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Feed me full. (Gluttony)
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Informal Gluttony
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| Between The Buried And Me |
