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CRY, CHILD, CRY

I live sucking pleasure like milk through a straw
I live wandering aimlessly without a home to call my own.
I was born the child of technology
Cry, Child, Cry,
Assembly line mediocrity
Cry, Child, Cry,
I was fed before a T-V screen,
Sigh, Child, Sigh,
I could speak deceitfully if my face was clean
Lie, Child, Lie.

Masquerading happiness supports my style
Syncopated pity tempers tortured smiles
Accomplices act endlessly to ease the trials
Oozing bits of tastelessness to stay awhile
Party while, freak awhile.