you try to take all the challenge out of all of our lives
you make it all too predictable with your white wash lives you see,
you got to show me the torment and all the despair all those bloodless bullet holes
are more than we can bear with the plastic coverings and
the cut-rate display no renewal of the pleasurable
Cut Rate
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