Astpai
single use
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we were born into boredom,
and we'll die trying to make sense.
raised on Industrial evolution
and kept sane by medicinal defense
and if you know it clap your hands.
we try to reap fruits of our arts,
while owing credit to our cards.
we got used to stand-by-buttons
and chit-chat conversations.
our gods had over twenty channels,
and VCRs were our saviors.
we've had a few outstanding welcomes,
but now our welcome is outstayed.
and our headstones will say:
for
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talking 'bout our degeneration
talking 'bout our degeneration