Crystals drip from the lips
Of spoiled profligates
Spilling forth bloodmoney
Creating verbal homicide
Fussing over tactile regrets
Instituting blunt force laws
Creating magnificent pause
Abandoning empathetic responses
To a world begging for relapse
Industry ruling with a chemical fist
Dishing out samples of moral perversion
Desicrating and tarnishing
Utilizing the power of cohersion
Fooling the fools
Minimizing outlash
that would undoubtably cause them to crash
Burn to a crisp
Unleashing the citizen's fist
Oh but that day will come
Industry will finally succumb
To the morality we've built
We've suffered to the hilt
Finally taking note
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