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The Human Race Was Dying Out Noone Left To Scream N Shout People Living On The Moon Smog Will Get You Pretty Soon Ship Of Fools

I Offer Images-i Conjure Memories Of Freedom That Can Still Be Reached-like The Doors, Right? But We Can Only Open The Doors-we Can't Drag People Through.

We Could Plan A Murder Or Start A Religion.

Most People Love You For Who You Pretend To Be.

No One Gets Out Of Here Alive.