outlast - barcode lyrics
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a barcode on my skin. a performance of life. an endless grin on a buisnessmans face. i’m screaming out my misery. and dwell in products i don’t need. this world is not for me. this society is what i don’t need. where we pose to be a threat and spend our money on the latest fashion
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