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You dare to decorate yourself for being innovative
You sell solutions for problems your industry created
And what seems to be good today may be
The capital punishment for tomorrow
Pretend to be the winner in a game
That seems to be already lost
You smile when others die
'cause misery is not part of your business
False insight will bring you down, fuckin hypocrites
Flaw inside will corode your crown.
