The mist of mayhem consists of average men
My lonely spirit thrills
The mangled miss-managed manipulate
Society with their pills
The rest is dark matter and incoherent clatter
My lonely spirit thrills
Size matters when height is needed
The only ones happy are conceded
Merits of common people
Eat rubble each evening
Consumed with righteousness the controllers have reason
My lonely spirit thrills
Keep peace while occupied with made-up customs
The planners are privileged
With powers to trust them
But still we stay still and lay down our will
Search for happiness and a few cheap thrills
My lonely spirit thrills

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