To an audience who doesn't care what they mean
From what we've built, take what you need
To serve a bastard set of dreams
Sell your image, and market your heart
Capital gain, until it falls apart
A thousand open ears, and still not a word to say
Take your schemes and your idle screams To an audience who doesn't care what they mean From what we've built, take what you need To serve a bastard set of dreams Sell your image, and market your heart Capital gain, until it falls apart A thousand open ears, and still not a word to say Explain Request ×
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