| I’ve tried to find reconciliation behind the walls of those whose hatred burns
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| For I find it easier to reach someone who still feels
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| Than to make amends with passionless apathy
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| Where all lines are the same a portrait cannot be made
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| I need to burn inside. |
| I need to know that you are alive
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| I need to know that feelings of discontent are stronger
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| Than indifference for those too weak to stand
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| Like a colorless sky over a sea of nothingness
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| Hatred faces its enemies while apathy strikes furtively
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| I need to burn inside. |
| I need to know that you are alive
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| I need to know that feelings of discontent are stronger
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| Than indifference for those too weak to stand
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| I need to know that feelings of discontent are stronger
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| Than indifference for those too weak to stand…
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| Until our anger burns against injustice, we will create
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| The faceless by dismissing those forced to concede
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| Many of us have turned off the light outside, erasing what exists beyond our
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| front door
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| And for you I find it harder to reach common ground than my most glaring
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| opposition
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| But what about those who’ve lost the luxury of choice?
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| …striving for identity, buried by our lack of interest, souls marked as mere
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| history
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| How much grievance will it take to awaken us?
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| I need to know that feelings of discontent are stronger
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| Than indifference for those too weak to stand
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| I need to know that feelings of discontent are stronger
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| Than indifference for those too weak to stand…
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| How much grievance will it take to awaken us from the comfort of our homes?
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| …the comfort of our oversized graves
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| I’ve tried to find reconciliation… I’ve tried to find reconciliation… |