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More lands more lambs More soap to clean their hands More banks more built towers, more cars More concrete blasting the flowers More work, more extra hours More lies in the bedroom miror More shoes in the wooden cupboard More fences in my neighbour’s garden More roads 'cause more goods are routed Hi-tech the air smells like plastic Faster further have no reserve More likes on your insta tits bitches Do you think that the body is elastic? Less nose and more endo metri osis This overflow givesme anxiety crisis More shrinks and more antidepressants More porn to deal with my sex life We want it all but raised polite We’ll have some meat but with no blood We’ve heard ourselves but with no rope We play your tale but it’s a lie