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AUSTERITY MODE
A dim empty road Pretending October It feels like much sober Austerity mode Forgotten the code Less light fewer kisses For someone who misses A hell soaring throat A fur-collar coat The road has grown misty All sounds have turned mystic To scream a mad toad No visits no vote Less fight fewer faces October embraces Austerity mode October 20, 2005, Verbilky Station