60 Sec. - Pill: текст песни id 32000487
The carelessness of convenience
— a social tool-
As it is in its present situation
My body congealed and dripping off of my major monuments
My body congealed and sticking to your fingertips
Despite being tied to the wire with a lack of relation
Who knows? No one cares, but it happened
It’s the dance that all the kids have been talking about
We call this dance mass hysteria:
Put your hands behind my neck
— press swiftly —
To promote someone else’s revolution
Under the guise of my appearance
Reading warfare strategies in my travel magazines;
Maybe when the conflict’s over we should vacation there?
All those things that make you bad?
Who knows? No one cares, but it happened
Contemporary colonialism —
What a pretty thing I can buy for myself
Doing our part with minimal effort
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