Ajustable Ventilation

Ajustable Ventilation

In the pounds, in the pounds where the sun never shines
I wait for the morning on clouds
darkness of the world is bright
Congested lungs gasping
This one on the bench undermining prioresses
Wandering where I’ll be next year
In the pounds, in the pounds where the sun never shines
I will hate you just the same and complain
Breeding right have not aright when everyone is insane
Living comfortably socialized advertisement
Corporation planted semen garden
Calling them humane never minding the robotics
They will want to be neat
Everyone is pretty when they are fake
Scent of souls I am stricken
private lines spying
Coming after you in the darkness
In the pounds, in the pounds where the sun never shines
I capture love and produce
Expression and feeling thoughts coincide perfect apprentice
Adjustable ventilation

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