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SILENTLY SIPPING YOUR TEA
SLIPPING THROUGH DAYS IN ROUTINE
THERE’S NO VIOLENCE IN TRIPPIN, YOU SEE
TIL THE DRIPPING WILL MAKE UP A SEA
NO ECHO TO ALL THAT YOU SCREAM
BUT THE BLINKING OF LIGHTS ON YOUR SCREEN
IT’S JUST THE GLOW OF A FROZEN SCENE
SOON YOU’LL ADMIT THAT YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN
THERE IS NO EVOLUTION, MAN
A MONKEY WEARING THE CROWN
WHERE’S THE REVOLUTION?
COME ON PEOPLE
YOU’RE LETTING ME DOWN