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As my material vessel withers
Perception becomes a reflection of confusion
Innocence turns to cancer
Optimism turns to irradiated nausea
And life becomes fertilizer for an uncertain tomorrow
Coveted materials create cheap highs
Death of the loved creates a blood clotted soul
Injectable serums are a social virtue
Science is assembly line suicide
And media becomes a lifetime three-card-Monte
God becomes a captor
Reincarnation becomes a curse
Are we angels, demons or a animated snuff film
Distribution of pain and suffering is Communist-like
I have to ask God one question
What did we ever do to you?
~Ghost