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Content within your inner prison |
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Divisive deadening of all the senses. |
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Rank and file |
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Marching endlessly |
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United in mental helotry |
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Solidarity destroyed |
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What incentive is left to resist? |
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Spite will have to suffice |
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Your apathy turns my knuckles white. |
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Starved faculties of imagination |
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You gorge on banalities then ask for seconds. |
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Rank and file |
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Marching endlessly |
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United in helotry |
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No sight beyond your blinders |
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Devoted to this beaten path. |
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Solidarity destroyed |
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What incentive is left to resist? |
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Spite will have to suffice |
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Your apathy turns my knuckles... white! |
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[Solo: Davidson] |
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Rank and file |
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Marching endlessly |
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United in helotry. |
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MARCH! MARCH! |