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It's getting worse
I'm staring into space
Built a home in a room

But I have never seen it straight

My mind's got a problem
Oh, the things it creates

So let’s raise a glass to our demise,
Stockholm Syndrome and cult ties.
I heard they want to make the whole world a ghost town.
I heard they’re shooting at the kids in the street now.
So kill your friends, foes and families,
But that ain’t gospel on your TVs.
You better sell your soul, safe inside your home.
Just switch off your damn screens.