| Down
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| Pulled down
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| Pulled down by the current
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| Into the ocean of misery
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| Dragged out by the mainstream
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| Washed out by the waves
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| Of convenience and compliancy
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| Time has dyed your substance pale
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| Time, won’t dye my substance pale
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| One path for me through destiny
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| And I will tread it till the blood red end
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| Because I stand in the shelter
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| Of the strength of my lord
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| I stand in the shelter
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| Of the strength of my lord
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| I’m looking at you, with the yawning jaws of
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| Normalcy stretched wide beneath your stride
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| What’s your plan to save your ass
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| From the 9 to 5 scam?
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| Without a lifelong movement
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| Without a spiritual society
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| There ain’t no sanctuary from popular insanity
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| Or will you just add the death toll? |