Salt Mine Songtext

There is prostitution in everything wrought under the sun. There is agenda that will bastardize and besiege us all. Within the inequation of ambition and subsistence file the sumless lines of the mortgaged. An annexation to the droning. Insomniatic servitude to an infinity of misery.
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