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I'm not here to discount The opiate of masses But I've learned so much more Attend lectures and classes Through verbal dissection Ideas are in suspension We crash like criminals In bed with loss prevention We move when they say And beg for shit that we Will never ever need So keep the receipt We've become the children Of paralyzed ambition A fraction less human Dining in modern kitchens Prepackaged warmth with a Touch of your personal flair Arrested emotion Wax poets with a cold stare Don't you Try to tell me The your life Feels empty