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