They all just sat there.
No one did a thing.
They’d seen this shit before.
Numbers were up.
Waiting to be called.
Someone settling some score.
So off in the distance,
A thousand yard stare.
They know in their hearts that
This shit spreads from there.
Lobotomies for free.
One show at a time.
You don’t like your life?
Why don’t you live mine?
And they do, they all do.
They can’t reach for the sky.
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