opiate of the massesThe Opiate of the Massesopiate of the masses
I picked up a magazine… Ran my eyes across the pages… And drown myself in a sea of ads…
A dedicated journalist, dear father of two boys Will not rest peacefully, until he exploits, The secrets and affairs of the deceased Princess Di. To ensure that he makes his dirty millions, While covering her grave with tainted truth and lies. It is his job, it is his duty. He’s only feeding the public what it craves,
Scandals and lies fuel the masses today.
Michael Jackson … Dangled a baby over the edge, The edge of a balcony
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A million blind men every day, pick up a can of beans and say .. "Mmm! Peaches!"
Read it. Cry.
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A million blind men every day, pick up a can of beans and say .. "Mmm! Peaches!"
Read it. Cry.
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