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We wrapped our death in cellophane And sell you useless fucking things Convinced this is the only way We wrapped our death in cellophane Not living, unfulfilling, just waiting for death And breaking every mirror just to sign a check I'll spit the truth into your face I'll bet you're sick, you like the taste You beg, you stole to get your way You beg, you stole, you run away It's corporate, it's fantastic, do you feel alive? And when you monetize it no one will survive It's time to see it's such a let down Drown in your pleasure you'll just bleed out Get dopamine, babe you know how Drown in your pleasure, you'll just bleed out From Letras Mania