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Some times I think that anything |
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Would be better than this |
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Inside my shrine no one's allowed |
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Hidden from passersby |
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Cerebral shelter from this world |
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Safe from this hell |
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You need no eyes. |
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To see the injustice |
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And breathe in the lies |
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Some times I think that anything |
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Would be better than this |
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Inside my shrine no one's allowed |
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Hidden from passersby |
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Cerebral shelter from this world |
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Feeling bad is not enough to feed the starving |
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Or call their bluff |
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Getting mad is not a way to aid the helpless |
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Who die each day |
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To make a difference we'd have to rebel |
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Against the system that's not treating us well |
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Against all religions who set us apart |
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Through hate and through fear you won't win my heart |
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Against mediocrity which says it's OK |
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To be wrong, go along, and have nothing to say |
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And against all the people who by bringing you |
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Down feel so right and important but their tongues are brown |
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Some times I think that anything |
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Would be better than this |
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Inside my shrine no one's allowed |
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Hidden from passersby |
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Cerebral shelter from this world |
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Safe from this hell |
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You need no eyes. |
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To see the injustice |
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And breathe in the lies |