4th Inc. - Indulgence

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It is necessary to cry, they proclaim.
It is necessary to laugh, they rebut.
A forced glove on the hand that rocks the cradle.
And it is necessary to fake, they require.
It is necessary to cover up...
They got us.

And all we got is a swarm of questions
Buzzing hard to the beat of guile.

Balanced scorecard, the glass full and empty
With the edge broken, cutting our lips.
Blood in a corner of the room or in every street.
Passive-aggressive indulgence.

And all we got is a swarm of questions
Buzzing hard to the beat of guile.
And all they have is a consolation prize
For us to keep quiet.

And all we got is the glass full and empty
With the edge broken to the beat of guile.
And all they have is a consolation prize
For us to keep quiet.

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Music: 4thInc.
Lyrics: Aurora Ferrer Sancho