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(R. Rice/P. Hyrka)in the harsh light of realitywe wear our shades or we close our eyestrip over our moralitypick up ourselves with our little white liesindulge in our brutalitiesthough it's ourselves we come to despisein the hard light of realitybut i can see how we can be so fantasy dependentwe don't sleep so easilyif we can't dream of innocencewe wish for immortalitywhile making sure that it'll never happencount up all the fatalitiesand judge their values by the flags they're flappingour fake spiritualityis pretty shabby in its silver wrappingin the harsh light of realitybut i can see how we can be so fantasy dependentwe don't sleep so easilyif we can't dream of innocencein the harsh light of realityour progress often seems like mere destructionso much for rationalityas long as we are keeping up productionwe fail to grasp the actualitiesour problems really are our own constructionin the harsh light of realitybut i can see how we can be so fantasy dependentwe don't sleep so easilyif we can't dream of innocence
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