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I find me, in Grow city

I find life in quantity

Quality has perished

I search through social caves

Through reckless minds

Strap me down;

I might fail just to displace you

I am a drug of my own,

No need for leedles

No need for candles

I get high on instict

The survival structures of my soul

Survival structures of hate

A scrubbed knee, my only witness

I crawl infinitely,

Through snoring democracy

Uprising in numbers

Countless, meaningful

The lack of soul

The coming of metal

Clinical streets

Organ dumpterst on every corner

Now let’s dump each other

In Grow city