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Kroc of s*** Lyrics

the pace of life in the city is set by the pace of the technology that serves it; the history that reserves it. mining through soot and cinder, grinding through flesh and bone; kroc and watt were engineers of the same breed, of the same sordid dream: volume speed efficiency. well hoot-dog! another orgy of s***. another disease which purported to be the cure. pump in the bovine hormones, dole out the s***pay. result: all species fall under prey under circling agri-vultures; and in the end, cruelty is acknowledged only where profitability ceases. science. non-science. non-sense.
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