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The rules of this wasteland |
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will humble out the best |
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a price is paid for independence |
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and disregard the rest |
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The air is filled with desperation |
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we're breathing human waste |
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replace our names with numbers |
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and empty out our face |
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Our pride is systematic |
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our honor's sterilized |
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in this place, misjudge the handout |
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and empty out our minds |
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These ruins are cost-efficient |
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our virtues memorized |
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and truths become a relic |
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and hope's become a lie |
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and fill us with hollow eyes |
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fill us with hollow eyes |
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We crawl our way across the desert |
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turn deaf ears to the blind |
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and paint our names in vibrant grey |
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and frame it with our lives |
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the blessings of society |
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reduce us all to black |
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We're left alone to die outside |
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and there's no turning back |
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and fill us with hollow eyes |
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fill us with hollow eyes |
