Unclean

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*When convenience is the only thing standing between you and your flimsy morals, what can you say you really believe?

There's no pressure, there's no mission
Got no reason, no vision

Guilty, guilty of being used
I've never seen such a weak constitution
Take so much abuse

Follow directions, keep your hands clean
Pay no attention to tendencies

Guilty, guilty, just shaking in our shoes
Another product for the family
You got nothing to lose

We'll keep quiet
We won't make a scene

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from Selective Morality, released February 10, 2017

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