In a world of shells with faces
seen a hundred times before
we are all but domino bricks to fall
into the depth of oceans before we'll come ashore
In a world of faked expressions
of painted eyes and bones
we are all but make/made up minds
fallowing the people on the thrones
But in our utopian world
Would we really act all that diffrenty?
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