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Your money isn't power, so forget the green |
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It's just feeding the fuel |
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What makes the world go round? |
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The same thing that lights the flame to burn it down |
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It's a capitol brainwash you must have avouch |
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Call it your purse, more like suicide pouch |
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Paper ain't a mean to pacify |
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When your wisdom is in your wallet, you can kiss your ass goodbye |
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Rectify, this living policy is shit |
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And all its lies got you choking on your own spit |
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The seam has split, so spit or swallow |
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But your lead |
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I'll never follow |
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So you can wallow in your own chaotic world |
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A puzzle pieced by our imperfections |
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Close your eyes, seal your lips, walk in fear |
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Now do you see what |
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I can see? |
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Can you hear what |
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I hear?Your fucking trophies, your sexual treasures |
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Just hide the pain beneath your simple pleasures |
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Desperate measures for desperate times |
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Searching for answers, it won't let you find |
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It seeks to bind and then steal tomorrow |
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Your heart is hallow, your mind is fried |
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Soul is void, flat-lines will never lie |
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Despite your actions, |
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I will persevere |
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Now do you see what |
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I see?Can you hear what |
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I hear?Hate, rage, greed, sin |
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Ripples in the water, wrinkles in the skin |
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Our own little perfect world |
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A puzzle pieced by our imperfections |
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We see no evil, we hear no evil |
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We're all just victims of a perfect world |