| Hidden behind the blackened mask, is a sub-standard type of existence.
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| You are expected to be nothing else, just another clone in this experiment
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| They are helpless, caught in a web of uncertainty
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| A never ending cycle, of doped up psychos, unleashed to believe
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| You’re slaves to your addiction, trapped in a mental prison. |
| (No) There’s no
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| way out. |
| Subdued by media. |
| So just swallow another pill down, anti-psychotic,
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| force fed and left to drown
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| Medicated to believe, there is no cure, for your desperation. |
| Take the stage
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| again, pointless showcase of sin. |
| Proudly displayed to a world of broken
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| citizens
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| Enslaved
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| To the toxicity imbued within this broken nation of plastic dolls
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| Scream, scream. |
| No cares about what you’re saying. |
| No one will hear your
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| wailing, no matter who you follow. |
| Your sanity is judged by all the lies you
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| swallowed
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| A model citizen is born entomb
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| Let it go, social status is in control, and soon you’ll know you can’t break
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| the habit
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| You will feel a tight embrace, asphyxiate within. |
| You will never break these
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| chains, fixed to the bricks of sin. |
| A mental prison in a world of fermenting
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| disdain, from the distaste for the drug laced gruel that infects you everyday
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| Behold the abomination
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| Medicated to ensure there is no cure for you. |
| Take the stage again,
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| pointless showcase of sin
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| Displayed for the world
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| You’re slaves to your addiction, trapped in a mental prison. |
| (No) there’s no
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| way out. |
| Subdued by media. |
| So just swallow another pill down, anti-depressant,
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| force fed and left to drown
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| Another pill down
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| Another pill swallowed, just one more life to claim. |
| Another soul in tow to
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| fuel the machine. |
| What’s left in your mind for us to take? |
| Without this poison
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| in your brain
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| You will not remain |