Fanfare

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Fanfare from the Age of Bland Where everything's determined by imperial command Tiny algorithms forbidding all disturbance In case the advertisers disapprove And we're surprised that nothing seems to move Persecuting everyone who fails Unbeknownst we vandalise ourselves Fanfare from the inscrutable ones Who crawl through shabby undergrowth To sleep in grubby rooms Performative unkindness is the only fun we know Persecuting everyone who fails While unbeknownst we're speaking of ourselves We're surprised that nothing seems to bleed So surprised that nothing seems to bleed And now we're tickled pink of course And now we turn to war Vandalising other places with our denim claw Persecuting everyone who fails Unbeknownst we vandalise ourselves
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