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A horrid game of chase

Blood and soil

Converted to carbon

A lasso of fate

Pulling down our star

The bulbs of the city

Drown the visions we seek

Masquerading as progress

Smothered in concrete

Crushed by its weight

We're always smiling

In the face of the sheep

Clenching our jaws

Without a bone to bite

Beyond the hills

There's a truth

We can't handle

We don't want

We won't find it