| Something’s got a hold of me
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| I’m so addicted to the sound
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| Brain washed by the battle screen
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| It’s got me tied down to the ground
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| And so you glamorize, and then you paralyze
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| And then you fill their minds, and so it goes
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| And it’s no surprise that you demonize
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| Then dehumanize their very souls
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| Listen to the talking clowns
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| You know it’s got to be a joke
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| Something’s burning in my head
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| Cause I can smell the smoke
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| And so you glamorize, and then you paralyze
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| And then you fill their minds, and so it goes
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| And it’s no surprise that you demonize
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| Then dehumanize their very souls
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| And so you glamorize, and then you paralyze
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| And then you fill their minds, and so it goes
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| And it’s no surprise that you demonize
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| Then dehumanize their very souls |