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Death Of Reality

Kill The Client

Televised laughing stock
Edited to look like an asshole
Slum dog jackasses
This is a fucking joke
Where’s my goddamned remote?
Is this 15 minutes worth all your dignity
It’s all an act beginning to end
A fool’s parade of nonsense
Do you even know your true self?
Your 15 minutes are up