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Thrust into this competition naked and undone |
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Back to back |
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yet divided on our own |
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Fear breeding fear |
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exploding pressures on |
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we're locked away in self-made chains |
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Run out through the windows and into the streets |
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terror abounds as each man lives in fear |
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dread consumes their day |
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the public is passive |
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inactive |
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and lame |
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lock up the doors and let out the wolves |
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a fratricidal race |
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given the chance you'd sit down to eat |
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yet conciousness is sacrificed |
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this alter is never short on heads |
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stare in his eyes |
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your brother - this man |
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yet your fear will breed resentment |
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why can't you say a word? |
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Zu Hause wie im Krieg, |
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Waffen und Hass zuhauf |
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Casualties of human life drift in the crowds |
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they're standing on the margins - nullified |
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outside the world keeps turning under the sun |
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while inside the sould is boiling over |
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This hate for the other is hate for yourself |
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the cancer condition |
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the dead-end ambition |
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you'll eat yourself alive |
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submit to the anger |
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the coming of vengeance |
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the cult of uncaring |
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the chaos of living |
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and face this world alone |
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the hooks in your mouth now you'll swallow the bait |
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distorting your vision |
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you'll drink from their poison |
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so ripened for this fall |
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you take from the worst and give up the best |
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but never forget you're a human being...you breathe |
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but can you think? |
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Zu Hause wie im Krieg |
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Waffen und Hass zuhauf |
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in den Kopfen nur Furcht |
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Angst isst die Seele auf |
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the truth is something made |
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not something that's found |
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so burn all inhibitions to the ground |
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these politics of dread are a hammer to the head |
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a life of fear is life among the dead...these barriers are built |
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for us to tear them down. |
