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I don't know what's wrong but I'm on fire |
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It sears through my hands, leaving skin on the wire |
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Awake in this womb with a crown sting in my self |
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When I listen, the same cry plays on |
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We're slaves |
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In this medicated cage |
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Make a decision to face this - change |
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The rules, they don't explain |
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So why do we obey? |
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Politics, religion, your vision's the same |
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You played us, as both a cancer and a cure |
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Which reminds me that it's just a game |
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Your alibi - a sales pitch |
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Your pretty boy, pretty face dolled up again |
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A star for us to adore |
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And you, man, you've got to be more |
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'Cause this affects all |
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It's nice to know you're with us today |
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I've seen you in the fog along the way |
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I'll spit in the mouth of your god |
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Who whispers in the minds of our children |
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You've been sold again |
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Set fire to the hive as you flee |
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It's fiction, a faceless illusion |
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You've been had again |
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You swing this wrecking ball |
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A violent (howling???) pendulum |
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To hypnotise them all |
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The writing on the wall |
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That we keep missing |
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A structure built to fall |
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Still we all obey |
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It's nice to know you're with us today |
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I've seen you in the fog along the way |
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I'll spit in the mouth of your god |
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Who whispers in the minds of our children |
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You've been sold again |
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Set fire to the hive as you flee |
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It's fiction, a faceless illusion |
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You've been had again |
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There's no second chances here |
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There's no second chances here |
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There's no second chances here |
