They click their clocks to clogged hearts
Force clobbered, cracked bones craft
Such senseless acts will reinact
As we will tempt it back
You'll beat for blood branded oaths
To back yourselves in beauty clothes
Must every store and every isle?
Steal life from every child?
Might children croon for little cradle
The corporate cost, such craze a fable
Will tell their tale like timed task
To tempt their tampered moral mask
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