Anxious It makes me anxious, Thinking about all of us, Stomach turns nauseous, As the anxiety increases, Over the Human Thesis -- We're falling to pieces. The toxicity, Of every city, Aaaaah... It's even spread to suburbia, Enough pollution in the urban sprawl, To be a detriment to all, Now, watch us fall. Getting anxious, Over how delirious, Our situation, We should get serious, Instead of our careless condition. Less stress? Noooo... It's best for us, To get anxious, Then maybe we won't blow, Our last chance? Wake from your trance! We've gotta go! Don't wanna miss the bus, Let's get anxious!
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