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Lyrics:
It’s not love, it’s not sex Stop playing make believe Free your flesh, kill your soul What you celebrate, you should grieve Images flash across the screen The things you saw can’t be unseen You’re not the man you pretend to be Post Modern Man The only fight you fight is the stroke of a key Your mouth stays shut when you see me You know you’re not the man that you oughtta be Post Modern Man Flaccid man, of no use Taking pride in your own destruction Feed your sickness, believe the lies A false god of your construction It’s just rage, for its own sake Polly just repeats what she’s told to say You don’t know why you feel this way You’ll just hate tomorrow what you love today
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