I must run

Life struck me too many times. Maybe in the future I could be a
Like the idea of becoming a musician. Stink as a guitar player. Trying to learn about everybody. Being different of everyone.

open the door, step inside

how dow you do? didn’t see you comin’

this is the old yet new market

we’re not a place for ordinary people

but that doesn’t make you special

we control what you know and believe

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here we simulate that people have guts

that their ideals are love and trust

they don’t see their strings

moving around

keeping them as slaves of our minds

stick to the plan, and you will be part of it

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Creation and destruction, here we decide when

this whole organization is the chosen one

we’ve got no name, nor its needed

war is now a game, and can be bought or exchanged

tell us the description of your situation

and surely for you we’ll create one fiction

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come to the superwarket, a quiet and known place

where everything is not how the exterior thinks

never won’t find a thought case

but all the things are planed and set

where you can mess with someone else

as if you where a thousand and they something useless

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using beautiful donations as a decoy

infiltrating ourselves into the bone

society has talked about us forever

morphing politicians into toys

human race never knows what it talks about