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Crawling through a systematic maze |
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And it pains to demise |
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Pain in our eyes |
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Strain of drownin', wading into your lies |
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Degradation so loud that you can't hear the sound of our cries (doo, doo) |
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All the dreamers have gone to the side of the road which we will lay on |
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Inundated by media, virtual mind fucks in streams |
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All we wanted was a chance to talk |
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'Stead we only got outlined in chalk |
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Feet have bled a million miles we've walked |
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Revealing at the end of the day, the charade |
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Perpetrators beware say a prayer if you dare for the believers |
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With a faith at the size of a seed enough to be redeemed (doo doo) |
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Relegated to savages bound by the way of the deceivers |
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So anchors be sure that you're sure we ain't no amateurs |
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All we wanted was a chance to talk |
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'Stead we only got outlined in chalk |
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Feet have bled a million miles we've walked |
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Revealing at the end of the day, the charade |
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With the veil off our eyes we'll truly see |
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And we'll march on |
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And it really won't take too long |
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And it really won't take us very long |
