To hell with the superficial,
And all that's not real,
What's the point of living
if we can't act how we feel?
To hell with forced smiles,
On painted faces,
When our minds just want to escape,
To much saner places.
To hell with social grace,
I'm waiting for the Neanderthal revert.
No one can really complain,
Because there's no human left Unhurt.
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