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2002-06-26 22:14:16 ET
Oh people are aware alright, just no one wants the beat of their own sticks. *If I may flood your box thingy for a moment*... I wrote a song a few months ago about this very subject, man not holding himself responsible for his own persecution. Ironically, the title is Designated Monkeys. So if I may, here's the lyrics...
Designated Monkeys
Rips inside the stitchless stitch
Tie the knots in synthetic twine
With defenseless monkeys in the infirmary...for mindless incarceration
Sacrificial babies in mechanical wombs
String on a keyring, fucked with the luck
It's all fun and games with the silver-blonde pawn
Lazy razor artists, corners tapered and dull
Designated monkeys, defenseless and dry
Designated monkeys, empty display design
Designated monkeys playing with their guns
Ape's entertainment; dominance of the herd
Test tube babies spawned in paranoia
Disobediance restrictions
We call it independance while you laugh at our impotance
Today they're 16, tomorrow we're re-written
Make a wish on the smothered flame
Another hit on the counter countdown
Seventeen will never be the same.
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