Apple of my eye is rotten at the core
Loving something broken is normal
No one questions why anymore
The proper answer is so formal
No one is an island but the expectation
That you furiously carried yourself up the ladder
Lives on in the gloomy grey of the nation
For all that it just makes you madder
I can toil through the doubt
This mortal coil we all get out
There is nothing new on this earth
But the notion that we can change
The neverending gospel search
For a pathway out of the cage
Fruits and labours make us whole
The party line is idle is evil
All the wealth can't be stole
If it remains so big and inconceivable
I can toil through the doubt
This mortal coil we all get out
Corporate parties pat themselves on the back
For inventing nothing, investing nothing
But promoting hybrid and giving us flack
For caring ourselves, caring about something
Care about something
Care about something
For caring about something
I can toil through the doubt
This mortal coil we all get out
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