..And then we'll build an empire built on our good looks. We'll work for chic, For bigger. Bigger is best. Sand castles built for luxury. But we are creating self loathing, self slavery. This sugar pill feeds our serenity. But what of the withdrawls? Hands shaking, our insecurities are all that we have left when we're the bullies that kick over our masterpiece.

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