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I can barely see, looking through
Plastic smog and glossy air.
Unfertile soil is how we grow..
industry has taken over.
words are spoken by green presidents with dead smiles.
it's a war out there,
and loyalty only goes as far as the knife in your back.
we guard ourselves with fickle lifestyles.
and to save our lives we become liars.
and for the truth to be told,
you must stand at a shallow podium,
in an empty room,
with no one left with ears for listening.