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Post by Lomps (Nilla) on Aug 21, 2009 12:15:11 GMT -5
Industrialization has crippled the globe Nature failed as technology spread And in this wake, a market erected An entire city built on top of the dead And you can finance your bones and your kidneys For every market, a sub-market grows. But best you be punctual with making your payments Lest it be you on the concrete below.
It's quick. It's clean. It's pure. It could change your life, rest zapdosured. It's the 21st century cure, And it's my job to steal and rob GRAAAAAAAAAAAVES!
So why care for these petty obsessions? Your designer heart still beats with common blood And what if you could have genetic perfection? Would you change who you are if you could?
'Cos it's quick, it's clean, and it's pure (all you really need is) It could change your life, rest zapdosured (all you've got to have is) It's the 21st century cure (all you need is surgery!) And it's my job to steal and rob GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAVES! GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAVES!
Okay, yeah...that song is stuck in my head =)
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