Another long night in the works
Victim of the unplanned invasion
Everybody's occupied one way or another
the dumb pathology of brand and station
to what end again I say to what end
money and power are we really such dull sockets
well too what end the virus in my guts
is it any different, self-replicating sprockets
no matter what I do it'll come again
one day the one I can't get on top of
maybe the seeds already long planted
we're all planted for the final stop off
anyway that's the easy cop
sure we'll all die guess you could drop it there
but for today my sprockets are still ticking
and it somehow still feels they could take me anywhere
what
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