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Parade yourself
In a finer skin,
Another mask
To go dancing in,
One thoughtless act
Another move in the game,
To mount yourself
Yet we’re all the same.

Gas, bullet, drug
And hanged out to dry,
Absolve yourself
Pretend that you’re pure,
Fulfilling desires
You feel that you crave,
As I slip naked
Into the grave.