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Ten-story suicide

Impact shook the earth

When he never found his god, heart stopped beating and faded away

Live down below with the ground up above

Survived mediocrity, I'm still breathing yet cast away

Grow, mold

Do only as you're told

Sinfully great when she dominates

Step down off that pedestal

Lie still, breath in

This won't hurt

Tied to our chairs, grasping for air

I've exposed conspiracies

I won't live long and I don't care

Grow, mold

Do only as you're told

A filthy habit of non-chemical dependency

We dance like puppets

It's a social illness of programmed defects