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I can envision your perfect nation, your plan to sedate intellectual pacification. |
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I have to believe that there's more that this. |
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The truth in my hands, that |
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I am not sick, |
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I don't live in sin, that this is all wrong, the reality prison, dreams of human liberation. |
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Beating a dead horse with fear in your eyes accepted a battle with a war in mind. |
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Singled out the target, big brother in the rifle sights. |
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So you shoot to kill, death just to feel, thunder to fear, rain to know tears. |
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Hide in the image the armor of cowards, hidden in vices just to deal, your elitist faction fueling the flames. |
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In wonder of this revolutionary standstill. |
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Lifestyle choices, never in struggle? |
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Short sighted goals, this is not freedom, this is control! |
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The prisoner plotting his escape exclusive anarchy a joke in bad taste. |
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Did you offer solution is that why he turned his head, or insult his ignorance, in experience, blindness. |
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You cry for the satisfaction before you put in the work, accept possibilities as a dream, what the fuck's the fuss for? |
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Is this sincerity or is this a joke? |
