Ignore the epidemic- Just keep it under quarantine- An infection of the
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flesh on suburbia's face- Let it hit outside air and die- Dig the ditch-
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Push your children in- Omit- Sit idly by- Reality atrophies this beautiful
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suburban town- so we put reality into the ground- Gasoline in your hand
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as the bodies burn- A plastic disease, ceaseless denial- But when it slips
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into your backyard will you put the match to your own child?- Sugarcoated
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yet it festers inside- Just sit idly by as your children die- The
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heroin-sedated lie parallel with you suburbanite conscience of "all is well".
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Sugarcoated Yet It Festers Inside
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| Witch Hunt |
