Empty Yard Experiment
anomie
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Cought in these circular lives
I try to be a betteer man
Cowardice, till the decision is made for me
The ill state of the world
That we live in
Save for the fleeting satiation of appetites
We've lost sight of any form of design
Or purpose
You feign innocence, pray for depravity
But don't make a sound
To justify
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