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We'll call this a mechanical imbalance
An artificial convulsion
In the eyes of the beholder
And then we can forgive ourselves
For ever relying on scrap
Who cares about convenience
Though it is considerate of you
I'd rather take a fuckin' chance
I cannot say
What the world would be like
Nor do I care
They do it for us or against
Either way, I still do not care
Nothing's going to change
No matter how desperately you desire it
The only thing possible
Is our country annihilating itself
Or every other nation doing its part in destruction
And still
I do not care
And
I never will
If you care? Fine, I'll leave it up to you
Go fight your fucking wars or protest the fucking cause
Because I'm going to sit down
Stare at a screen
Enjoy my virtual paradise
And ignore you.
