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I think we gave up on each other,
I think we gave up on this,
we left it up to one another,
and now we’re in this mess.
I can’t remember the last time
that I felt so sick,
we left it up to God
and He just said "fuck this."
So what are we to do now
when neither one gives a shit.
You tell me what to do now
Cause I can’t deal with this.


2

The walden pond has dried up,
and frost's road
has been paved into a highway;
the 101.
marx hangs his head in shame
to see what's become.
And ghandi's reincarnated
as livestock in texas.

The way i see it,
hunters are chasing their meal
through the now-decrepid
madison square garden.
The wolves prowl freely
in the amber waves of grain.
And there are no more hilfigers,
kleins,
pradas,
or vuittons.
just words plastered on high-rises
long covered by moss and vine.

And man, [in his first noble effort]
for the last and final time,
takes a stand,
against the cause of all this carnage;
himself.