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6. Mannequin Republic



They'd call it a wasteland 
Auslander plates you know its armor was human
Drove stakes into the main camps eye sockets
Sank into the back of its head again 
This frequency was jet lagged 
Yes the wrinkles mate was the owner's manual 

Frequent flyers in denial and all the while emergency is evident 
Revenants were the statues radar learning of huddles masses 

Sutured all the patience of this nursing home 
Emitted from the pages of this burial ground 

Labor concentrated in this sheepless chapel 
They call it a wasteland


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