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And I call it the formula of moderate response
The carelessness of convenience
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.