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Do You Get What You Pray For?

Conscience breed out this insurrection
We’ll be a race of imitation
As the scourge of every promise
Take the delicate exile away
Lucid you bore the weight of all the world
Microbe prisms faith surrender
Purge your every broken mirror
Prozac eyes engulf our leaders
Prone enough to waste your every bone
Do you get what you pray for?