| I’ve been refusing to open up these hands
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| Releasing clenched up answers within white-knuckled fists
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| Feels like I bought the ticket and I’m afraid to take the ride
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| The disease and the cure, vaccine or thorn in the side
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| Ignorance is bliss in the heart of the vulture
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| Success, the ruination of man
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| Ignorance is bliss, it’s a part of our culture
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| It’s been so long, holding on, keeping this inside
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| And all the pretenses I tried to hide
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| Tried to renew everything for you
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| And you left me high and dry
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| But we’re holding on, we’re holding on to the key
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| To our cage
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| Dispossessed of the answers I so sorely need
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| But I’ll make the distance
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| Shouldering the weight of this conviction
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| Abstinence from the source of all my intuition
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| The face of a broken man
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| How did I slip so far from who I am?
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| It’s piracy in its highest form
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| Emaciated faces staring at the feast of all the ages
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| Moral fibre frays as we come to the end of our rope
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| Manifest destiny for humanity, quaking in fear of our nearing end
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| Quaking in fear of our nearing end
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| Ignorance is bliss
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| In the heart of the vulture
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| Ignorance is bliss
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| It’s a part of our culture
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| It’s been so long, holding on, keeping this inside
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| And all the pretences I tried to hide
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| Tried to renew everything for you
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| And you left me high and dry
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| But we’re holding on, we’re holding on to the key
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| To our cage |