| Another day in this broke down place
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| The towers grow and the skies are slowly replaced
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| With the cold gray structures that lay to waste
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| Everything that stands in the way
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| Stare at the ground as I walk on by
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| You make me sick and I hate what I feel inside
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| As I lobby for acceptance, you know I’ve tried
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| Another life for you to nullify
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| I’m weak inside because I see the shape of things to come
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| Because I don’t change what’s begun
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| Because I hate what I’ve become
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| I’m feeling empty as I struggle with my thoughts each day
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| Just a drone who contributes to his own decay
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| An apathist who’s sweat and blood grease the wheels for pay
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| Just a whore for the puppeteer to whom I obey
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| And nothing changes… No nothing changed today
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| I close my eyes and keep my mouth shut
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| Why am I afraid to stand up and knock them down
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| When I’ve been betrayed
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| You’ve been conditioned to accept everything they say
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| So I walk on but I start to stumble
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| Through the ruins of a life that’s troubled
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| By the expectations I’m conditioned to struggle for
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| My possessions leave me self-absorbed
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| So many bombs I’ve left unblown
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| The streets are crowded and I feel so all alone
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| Stacking bricks that to this day remain unthrown
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| Yet I’m the one to cast the first stone |