It's hard to see the beauty of equilibrium when your paychecks trickle down like a leak in the dam and we've been taught to swim in puddles
We don't have a lake, we evaporate
So bring your towel, and your pick axe
Beach party tonight!

The market glove shakes a fake hand

So this is our party, we tap the cleanest wells
If it's a question of authenticity
We'll pull it off the shelves

We're asking for subsistence

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