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The tumors, the illness and the growths
Those things are our price
An economy of careless industry
It's how we make a living but it's killing me
The price that we pay
Is it too high?
What is the price
Of your acceptance?
To be contorted scarred and burned
What do you know? Have I learned
For every single choice we make entails a sacrifice
And for that, we must pay some sort of price
But when the price is always pollution and pain
Do you know what you're doing? To me it seems insane
Is the price too high?
Yes
