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Look at Dionysis, controlled by the T.V.

He's worked all day, he's worn, he's beaten

And he doesn't notice me

He'll sleep another night

Leave the money for the rent

Then take another lesson in the

Mastery of Content



You can tell Athena is lost,

By that blank stare in her eye

The smallest things are mountains

And the largest things will die

She's over forty but she whines like ten

Her body is worn, her back is bent

From years of education in the

Mastery of Content



Your sister, she's immune for a couple years at best

Then she'll sit in her room

And wonder why she can't be happy like the rest

Then she'll open up the magazine

To find out where it went

And she'll believe there is such a thing as

Mastery of Content