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I find me, in Grow city I find life in quantity Quality has perished I search through social caves Through reckless minds Strap me down; I might fail just to displace you I am a drug of my own, No need for leedles No need for candles I get high on instict The survival structures of my soul Survival structures of hate A scrubbed knee, my only witness I carwl infinitely, Through snoring democracy Uprising in numbers Countless, meaningful The lack of soul The coming of metal Clinical streets Organ dumpterst on every corner Now let's dump each other In Grow city From Letras Mania