Downer
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Bored out lifeless eyes
Imageless and pale
Machine generated voices
Speaking borrowed words
Not their own
This city life
Slowly wears me out
Kingdom of ease
And money bloated beings
Dried up shriveled fingers
Pointed out the way
But I don't wanna hear
Nothin' 'bout goin' to work everyday
This world was for
You and your kind
And I'm afraid
I don't fit in with your slime