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able minds falling parallel to their time, in this rush to stop death we've isolated them an entire generation of vegetables.. now you're ripe for their harvest, a chemotherapeutic resurrection would you still trade your life, for all those things you knew that you really never needed; into the compass without direction without illness holding your goddamn medicine everyday I find myself in a bind what do i buy? what do i buy? everyday i find myself in a bind stay asleep..? or wake up again