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Somewhere there's a choice being made, for the mass by the will of a broke few. |
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Guided by the hand of the guilty. |
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Praised as a cure for a curse. |
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When really this is all catastrophic, and we're tethered to the hull of a sinking ship, scratching for a breath at the surface, praying for the ropes to slip. |
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I always knew that the damned would inherit the earth. |
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As soon as the learned to speak we would be suffering. |
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Sucking on the scraps of the wicked wealth, we were bound by need to vicious villainy. |
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Tear it down |
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Start again erasing every trace so stale scare can mend. |
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Then we will sing, "The way things used to be." |
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I always knew that the damned would inherit the earth. |
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As soon as they learned to breed we would be suffering. |
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Sucking on the scraps of the wicked wealth. |
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We were bound by need to vicious villainy. |
