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Land of the Witless

Clear and through the concrete woods      
   
Sprawling plague of the land      
   
Culture is a packaged good      
   
Living off of mass demand      
   
And when I shout for help      
   
I hope Iím not the only one      
   
Their ears stuck with squelching felt      
   
Thereís simply a picture of the sun[/font]    
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For all these years      
   
Iíve fallen, Iíve tried      
   
When I reach the top      
   
To find the truth      
   
Who would listen to the likes of you?      
   
Everyone should be equal, isnít that right?      
   
Letís forget everything, letís lose sight      
   
Conflict is the evil of the world      
   
Because itís what truly makes us bright      
   
Letís remove it, extinguish the fire of life      
   
Replace it with something more serious,      
   
Feel the crunch of the corporate bite    
   
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[/font]Land of the witless      
   
Woe is me      
   
What have I done?      
   
What donít I see?      
   
Everything is clear, hope isnít gone      
   
The light is dimming      
   
But I swear itís still on![/font]    
   
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[/font]We rely so long on what was presented as the truth[/font]    
   
[/font]I suppose it is the biggest fault of our youth[/font]    
   
[/font]Dependant on a string of lies and a hollow box[/font]    
   
[/font]Snippets of history disappear at the click of a clock[/font]    
   
[/font]We realize things aren't going so great[/font]    
   
[/font]Remedy the situation; cover it in paint. [/font]     
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[/font]Now it is a picture of a shining star[/font]    
   
[/font]No blinding light, no nuclear fusion[/font]    
   
[/font]Just a template for a lowered bar[/font]    
   
[/font]It's progressive; expectations loosened[/font]    
   
[/font]Why be radical, why be real?[/font]    
   
[/font]It's not like these things invoke a feel[/font]    
   
[/font]It doesn't prompt pretty girls to run through the sand[/font]    
   
[/font]It's no more than a bulb gone grand[/font]    
   
[/font]It's not a spectacle to light the night sky[/font]    
   
[/font]It's nothing new-- Admire it, why? [/font]    
   
[/font]The real thing was quite a fright[/font]    
   
[/font]An irritating glow of gold[/font]    
   
[/font]Dangerous, confusing; endlessly bright[/font]    
   
[/font]Not to mention far too hot[/font]    
   
[/font]We would rather be blind; cold[/font]    
   
[/font]Something, much like a robot.[/font]    
   
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Quandry
Written by Quandry
Published | Edited 28th Jun 2011
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