Part from Trickery by Lucid Dementia

I don’t want to be part of you
I don’t want to be what you are
I don’t want to be part of you
I don’t want to be what you are

So sad and decrepit, So obviously stupid
So low and inhuman, So horribly human
You mate with your money, You love all your money
I don’t think it’s funny, That you think it’s so funny
And I just keep running, To avoid from becoming
The thing that you are (And all that you are)
And all that you are (And all that you are)

All that I see, Is people unfree
Marching with glee, To a fascist decree
They follow the cry’s, They follow the lies
Raised without eyes, They don’t realize
And I just keep running, To avoid from becoming
The thing that you are (And all that you are)
And all that you are (And all that you are)

There’s a machine, deep in the scene
And everyone’s a number, that keeps the system clean
And if there’s a error, that breaks with the scheme
Then the error is corrected, by the system regime
110010110000110100010100111100101111
001000110000010000100001110111001111
000100000001110110000111100100011110
00011111111…

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