Wwith a fear that dictates devotion, we'll consume our demise
And it's strange fruit we know we're eating
Smile to confound, but we know this song
What we have is a lullaby
Why don't you tell me, how does it feel? To take your place, and become unreal
Plastic fruit and mannequins
Sold us jobs
Sold us
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Opening Renouncements Lyrics