Karma of a Career Lady
She clings so tightly
To capitalist trench coats
Burning folks with kerosene rope
Coast to bloody engine spokes
The map is tarnished
Glass ribbons shrewd from her eyes
(I minus I) is her demise
Constantly cutting back
And reinventing new blood
She recedes with definite sin
However, gory details aside
You're still a girl with a dream
Nothing more, nothing less
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