| Blindfolded we falter with chains around our wrists
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| we see only through eyes of those who speak
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| We are the masses we the few
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| we are the people who were derived by flattering words
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| we carried the mark, and raised our hands to the sky
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| In honor of a vision that preached a better world
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| This is no excuse nor a reason why
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| This is just a simple confession
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| We see the blood on our hands
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| As our eyes adjust to the light
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| The light of truth reveals our deeds
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| Our actions, our words, our subtle allusions
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| The light shines bright at the pain we’ve created
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| The torment on the soul, the body and mind
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| Why are we blind
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| We follow those who talks as if they see more than us
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| With promises and encouragement they lead us by hand
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| While we blindly sing their mantras
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| We shed our sanity of what is right or wrong
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| A grand illusionist, working his way through our reason
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| As we ecstatically glorify his wishes, undoubted
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| New laws and rules are implemented in our minds,
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| Who would have known these words became death, the hungry mob?
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| When the truth is revealed
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| Our realities will lay in ruins
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| Rebuiled
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| Recover
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| Arise
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| Burn the cloths
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| That blinded us
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| So that we can see again
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| And ask forgiveness |