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…in a another red-light-remote-controlled fever
There’s a hunger that makes you obey
This ancient instict of somewhat reproduction
Who can tell how bizarre’s the bizarre?
In societies that decay in stock-holder’s hands
Come side-effects that accelerate the rot
At the end of the day only a customer of lust
Be an inverted machine to praise the Market of Flesh!
Anonymously put onto a site in the net of trivia
A dangerous financial intrigue…
There is no control of what can’t be controlled
Say »liberal« and mean »exterminate!«
Have a hand in it, yet unable to act
There is no control of what can’t be controlled
Flesh – skin, meat, flesh
Perpetual – Steam engined machines – forever:
Easy flesh
They are striving for what they don’t want to own
Zillions of fragments, diseases unknown
There is no control of what can’t be controlled
Obvious to the eyes, yet unseen
Heads turned away, minds numbed by the scene
There is no control of what can’t be controlled
Flesh – skin, meat, flesh
Perpetual – Steam engined machines – forever:
Flesh – skin, meat, flesh
Eaten – continuously consumed – forever:
Easy flesh
Flesh – skin, meat, flesh
Perpetual – Steam engined machines – forever
Flesh – skin, meat, flesh
Eaten – continuously consumed – forever
Easy Flesh – forever:
Flesh – skin, meat, flesh
Perpetual – Steam engined machines – forever
Flesh
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