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A porcelain replica, a manufactured mask plastered on your hollow skull
There's nothing left anymore, replicating at a rapid rate, Herding together at your masters feet
Licking the crumbs off the floor, worshiping the porcelain whore
You perceive the world as it's played out to be, a preconceived showcase of reality
Hypnotized by the lies that drown out the truth, parents still think that they're raising the youth
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