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My legs and arms bound, I roll on my back

Stare up at the light in the endless spiral

Like a grain of clean sand on a polluted beach

A paltry cry amidst a thunderstorm

Below the earth is alive with the spaghetti of power

Although today it seems to be strangling the core itself

And the shadow of a million concrete tombstones

Casts a chill worse than death upon my heart

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On opening the packaged can of freedom

Anxiously await the high the advert preached

Disappointed I gulp down my chemical refreshment

And throw the empty lie on the mile high tip

And every cold face I meet knows it's gone too far

But we're long since past the point of no return

Hurtling to the depths of hell goes the garden of Eden

Too laden with sweet profit to keep itself afloat