I never fell in love...
But I fall each mourning,
out of my broken dreams,
inside God's death machine!
I'm simply a peasant
living on your test range.
Instead of making change,
I'm slaving for chump change!
The climate is changing;
My hopes are dwindling.
The mirror's not lying,
but I don't believe it!
Doctor, what's my problem...
and how much is my bill? !
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