D A let's gather 'round the carcass of the old deflated beast,C G we have seen it through the accolades and rested in its lea,D A syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease,C G D the swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary,D A we've nestled in its hollow and we've suckled at its breast,C G grandiloquent our attitude, impassioned yet inept,D A frivolous gavel our design, ludicrous our threat,C G D excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less,A so what does it mean?F C when we tell ourselves it's only for a while we have been deceivedA# F and it's only for a moment that the treasures of our day makeC A# life easier to complicate, the treasure thrown away,G G# F G G# F I'm so tired of all the fucked up mindsG G# F G G# F of all the terrorist religions and their bullshit lines,G G# F G G# F of all the hand-me-downs from all industrial crimesG G# F G G# F and the weeping mothers and those who are led so blind,G G# F G G# F from the plastic protests and the hands of timeG G# F G G# F and the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind
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