Aspirations sacrificed to the overlords
Wanna do don't equate to more ore Slowly forget the end of the equation The plan becomes a work related phrase Lose contact with my creation A turbid paper is my liason Talk to me in your mind in my absense Don't know why I came first place Hustle future is my reaction Make an lp in eight sunrise No time to do it right or sisyphus the weight Not a dime to analyze the reagent Whored for coerced My life is interpretive cinema I think I need a raise
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