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A Nation of Narcissists

fumigated like stockade lice
you Wall St. cologne jockeys
would be 3rd World land fill
recall that consciousness is tunable
adjust your volume to a comfortable level
because Turette's plus Alzheimer's 
is a  nation destroying combo
I forgot what I was going to scream
wait oh yeah modernity is inherently outlaw
the chorus  began to howl like cats in a shoe box
impressions create personality
there was barking and pulling of hair
their eyeballs spun like casino cameras
I am in your head forever he screamed
and collapsed like a cheeseburger chef
after football day at the griddle
well that was deep as an open manhole
but it hit me like a brakeless gravel truck
that once you admit the voices are yours
you are ripe for mascara tramp extortion
she'll kidnap your mind
and then bitmap your mind
for a little esoteric agenda indoctrination
into the holy tabloid of miracles 
that radiate light all around and make
the organist pound like a jackhammer
it is our duty to create 
hey categories exist before we name them
so let's try to name ones that actually exist
well how Phoenix rising can you get
how on your own can on your own really get
you gotta be educable to survive
that's Darwin plus Microsoft
or else the Army Psyops College
will unleash samurai population control
and you will die like a sex doll predicting 
the end of the cro magnum world
the trick to attaining godhood
is to not try so silly hard
because adrenaline is a 
reduced instruction set
with which high resolution reality 
will rip your face off
worse than catching mommy 
sucking off daddy
for life is short and duty long
drink its venom defiantly
drink it you are going to need it
there are a lot of good faces
to emulate out there
no need for instincts 
in a world of plenty

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