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The city's sky blows blackened doom |
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Onto the little life that's left |
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You're still glued to a screen |
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While the real world turns to dust |
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Mind control devices |
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Installed for education |
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Are focussing your energy |
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On the furthest thing from reality |
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They keep you deaf |
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To the sound of revolution |
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They avert your eyes |
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From the sceptics decapitation |
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Seek no solace digging for roots |
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There is no interpretation for truth |
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No solace for truth |
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Omnipresent secrecy |
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Under the flag of democracy |
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There's feds at the door |
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Oh it's just fed ex |
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Thought I heard walkie talkies |
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Must've been them redneck neighbours of mine |
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They ****in with they cb |
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And we in the spot watchin c.o.p.s. on tv |
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You have been sold |
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You always bought what you've been told |
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You have been sold |