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It appears that we reached the edge
That zenith stimuli and comatose collide
Forty ago the man proclaimed
The age of the gross to be us
And even though the man was destroying our
And insulting our

era has become very real
We labor for pleasure and abhor the of pressure
My will go down as the architects
Of contemporary

Some have fought and
Others have allowed the to be butchered for a price
They themselves don't care about and never understand
I myself am beleaguered by the selfish
Of a kind of man that is not

in information
Fundamentalism of
Catastrophic boredom and a fanatical
To which does not matter

Where is your now, people?
Where are Gods and politicians?
is your shame and salvation?
You rage for no reason you have no reason

What have you ever fought
What have you bled for?
The face of the earth is with the walking dead
The age of the gross is a living

This is the future you have
This is the world you set ablaze
All your lies are true
All freedom is lost, all hope is