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This time you had me going A makeshift bright idea Arguably the most infectious thought to ever fear Cloning the sheep and their lambs Honing the glitz and the glam Make sure that I don't retreat to common ground Look out for my best interests, mine are goal-bound I am my own predecessor A built-in vile attraction Suffocating new youth minds Pencil in the desires and hope they don't question their finds Scatter! It's a trap for the weak! Is it ambivalence you seek? From Letras Mania