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privacy's a luxury it ain't for you it ain't for me the eye is always watching you so read my lips my fingertips my mind my journals all my shit and know that I am killing you no one has a single clue I don't trust the folks that say they do keep thinking before they take that too every year that slithers past you lose something you don't get back I can't keep track of all the things it's hard to talk it's hard to think it's hard to know the things you need they're piped in at alarming speeds they're selling prisons on every billboard but freedom's something that you can't afford keep thinking before you can't no more and every time you turn around your soul is in the lost and found it's funny how the ship let in the wolves that go and do them in and no one has a single clue I don't trust the folks that think they do keep thinking before they take that too when the last tree dies and turns to ash and servers full of useless trash boil seven plastic seas I'll be sad but I won't cry I guess the murder suicide was just the way it had to be