| It’s bigger than your local colloquium
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| In a world that is dystopian
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| Kid’s aren’t born in fallopians
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| They’re grown in tubes and inserted growth in them
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| Dust is choking them
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| But this ain’t the type of pollution we place in the ocean
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| It’s apathy, stench we can’t quench
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| Don’t matter who inhabits the bench
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| Or wig or gown, hammer or crown, oval or down
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| Jokes on us, we’re not even frowning
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| Much less pissed off
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| We’re switched off
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| Smiling villany, the wickedest tyranny
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| Is the one that says fuck you so nice
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| You say thanks, and shake hands
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| Say he’s your man, forget all your plans
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| Reach your hand out you see your in bondage
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| The idea of beauty is blondeness and other such nonsense
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| What our response is?
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| Conform and amputate conscience
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| Conform. |
| Obey
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| Transform. |
| Sleep easy
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| Ah, that good old human conditioning
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| Ever since days of the pyramids
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| Make us invalid, which means invalid
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| Wrestle with things we can’t manage
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| Like peace and equality
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| Which minority is the authority?
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| Whoever has property, it’s all idolatry
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| Even if you have no image of God, do you follow me?
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| Do we not all worship money?
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| When you think about it it’s quite funny
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| Can’t eat money, can’t breathe money
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| Can’t inject it and kill disease money
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| But we pray at it all till we’re guns and tanks
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| And offer the money god a million sacraficial lambs
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| Who’s the priest in charge of sacraficial plans?
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| Let us pray and hold hands
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| War is peace — ignorance strength — freedom is slavery x3
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| Not only do we believe that creed
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| We hold it deep and praise it as bravery
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| Yeah
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| Along with the vision and difference
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| So we can maintain the belligerence
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| To their pain, feel no shame
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| It’s all just stages in a video game
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| That our kids play kill, kill, kill
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| Death is such a thrill, thrill, thrill
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| Swallow junk, still feel ill
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| Take blue pill, pill, pill
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m losing my mind
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| I do beliee our nature’s kind
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| Just confused and we’re so far gone
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| Got no clue how to right these wrongs
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| So we bury our head in the sand or the desk
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| Anywhere but inside of our flesh
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| If I looked at my self — I would see I am the enemy
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| I am not honest nor kind nor caring nor sharing
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| Or any of the many thing that I pretend to be
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| I’m selfish and arrogant, and obedient
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| Follow truth only when it’s convenient
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| Accept laws that I know that decieve me
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| So I can sleep in my bed easy
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| Don’t blame governments, they are just us
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| If they are corrupt, then we are corrupt
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| Look back through history
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| What makes you think that we would act differently?
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| If we were in power
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| We would devourer whoever the underclass were like cowards
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| The question is, is this inevitable?
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| Is there good or evil?
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| Is it terrible?
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| Or just survival?
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| Some say it’s overspill from days when we were tribal
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| I don’t buy that I think you will find that
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| That’s an excuse if we just don’t buy facts
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| Everything we really need to survive actually makes us feel good inside
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| Sex feels good, food feels good
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| Damn, even taking a pill feels good!
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| So if war and hate were our natural causes
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| Why would we need conditioning for it?
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| But I ain’t gonna forfeit my privilliges
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| Now I’ll get back in line and follow my orders |