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Lost to stagnant waters of apathy |
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That have been flooded by ignorance |
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The spirit of revolution, of change, of cause |
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Suffering silently, cast aside and forgotten |
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Hungers for a better day |
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And are we dead within these cages we are sold? |
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So close your eyes, pretend to dream as you grow cold |
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This culture has been crippled by the emptiness of life lived |
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With nothing and no one to die for |
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In this darkness so thick with no hint of light |
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We cling to the promises of science and technology |
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All the wonderwork modern miracles leading us |
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Always and all ways |
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To one ancient vision, one way to live |
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And we submit, ruled by the lies we have been told |
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So lift your head, pretend to feel as you grow cold |
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What are we waiting for? |
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In the comfort of naivety |
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What are we living for? |
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Awaiting the death that silence brings |
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What can we offer this world in which we have taken |
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More than our share? |
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And all that we give, all we will spare |
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Is a festering greed for that which was never ours |
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And always what to not-see, what to not-hear |
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What to do and how to live |
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Clenched fingers numb and weary |
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White-knuckled and gripping tight |
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To who we are, what we are, no more and no less |
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Hopelessly satisfied with the filth we have created |
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Never striving for anything beyond mere survival |
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Yet surprised by these feelings of loss |
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Thirsting for something more than this life |
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But unwilling to make it our own |
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Patient we wait for that last fleeting breath |
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Unfulfilled, unknown |
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But I will not stand by |
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I will not stand by |
