Lyrics
with a fear that dictates devotion we'll consume our demise, it's strange fruit we know we're eating, smile to confound, but we know this song...what we have is a lullaby. so why don't you tell me, how does it feel, to take your place and become unreal? with plastic fruit and mannequins, they sold us jobs..."you smug-faced crowds with kindling eye, who smile when solemn troops march by, sneak home and pray you'll never know the hell where youth and laughter go."* and now opening renouncement: now hear this, our show is cancelled and won't be missed, we chew our legs off from the traps we set, to comprehend it or to just forget...we got nothing!
*siegfried sassoon
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