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Corporate brain
In my eyes- a look of terror!
Fuck you, and I hope you die!
Burn your corporate brain
Fuck you, I hope you die!
You've got your Calvin Klein suit jacket
And deep in there there's a pack of smokes
And right next to that pack is a silver flask
Why don't we kill ourselves slowly?
To the mirror, I say
Fuck you, I hope you die.
Fuck you, and I hope you die!
Burn your corporate brain
Fuck you, I hope you die!
You've got your Calvin Klein suit jacket
And deep in there there's a pack of smokes
And right next to that pack is a silver flask
Why don't we kill ourselves slowly?
To the mirror, I say
Fuck you, I hope you die.
Published 12th Jan 2021
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Greed.
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