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...crushing sense of post-industrial poverty... commercial disenchantment... night of the living Dead Flag Blues...
 When we found out that the car on fire was just another product
 And the driver, asleep at the wheel,
 Was on AmbienTM it hurt like hell...
 But we opened our wallets up
 And they were full of money!
 Now we're too worn out
 To sing the Dead Flag Blues
 With every marching step
 Another build-up
 Leading us to nowhere.
 ...dreams blow out over the canyons at Rio Marañón... captive and blindfolded peaceful sleep...
 ...The Palliative Effects of Foreign Cinema on Late Stage Capitalist Collapse.
 Now you know what it's like
 So get up off your bed
 Turn the record off
 Pretend that you're dead
 And turn the TV on.
 You're nothing but a foreign film.
 A distraction from reactions
 I can't hear you, I can't feel you
 But I can see you, I can see you
 I can see you
 Like a dollar sign
 Neon light on highway drive
 It's a needle, a cathedral
 With a steeple
 But no people
 I can see you.
 I can see you
 I can see you.
 I can see you looking back.
 I haven't even got a mind that's that inhumane