8 Billion Souls on Board

I'd appreciate it if you quit polluting my punch bowl
These artificial additives are taking their toll
My attitudes gotta shift
In order for me to make it
Living addicted is getting old
Forgetting the torrents of torment
Destroying me body mind and soul
I'd rather leave now before I get asked to go
You get the last laugh when you're the last to know
The last leap I lost faith fell deep into the depths of the abyss below
track the fucking facts on my abacus
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