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I believe that reality's gone |
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Disillusion's real |
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I believe that morality's gone |
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And there's nothing to feel |
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If you take the sacred things |
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The things that we hold dear |
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Empty promise is all you'll find |
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So give me something |
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Something to believe in |
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I believe in a changing of the guard |
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Put our feet on the ground |
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See it happen in your own backyard |
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Everything breaks down |
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Do you accept what you are told |
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Without even thinking |
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Throw it all and make your own |
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And give me something |
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Something to believe in |
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Where they lead |
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You will follow |
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Well I guess that's just the way it goes |
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And if you look away |
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You'll be doing what they say |
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An if you look alive |
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You'll be singled out and tried |
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If you take home anything |
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Let it be your will to think |
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The more cynical you become |
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The better off you'll be |
