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Waging war on the arms race of sound |
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Turn it down Pull the plug Imminent surrender |
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Ringing in the new Dark Age |
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Shut down the noise-aholics Put down the quiet-ophobics |
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In a daydream of peace In a calmness too brief |
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My lullaby is killing My lullaby be stilling |
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It could be such sweet silence From static from violence from... |
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Volume is the modern currency Everyone competing for air space |
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Everybody's dumb Shouting muddled words as though they're deaf |
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Big brother isn't watching anymore |
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He knows we are distracted and absorbed |
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Broadcasting our grief Our imagination's atrophied |
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We can't think If I could sing them all to sleep |
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If I could sing myself deaf Wouldn't it be lovely? |
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Doesn't it sound perfect? Every generation hates the next |
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I will save the millions from a slow insufferable death |
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I'll put them to sleep Save them from progressive misery |
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I'm counting If I could sing myself to sleep |
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If I could sing myself deaf Wouldn't it be lovely? |
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Doesn't it sound perfect? My lullaby is killing |
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My lullaby be stilling Memorized. Involuntary |
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I think I can change the world |