| All our father’s backs are broken
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| And our prophets are insane
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| There is no one left to guide us No catalyst for change
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| We are too young to know better
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| But frailty comes with age
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| So we run towards Armageddon
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| While our legs still have the strength
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| And like a blind hammer
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| That destroys what it can’t see
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| Tear down the walls of progress
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| And spit on our ancestry
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| Indiscriminate
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| And full of empty rage
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| Gunning down the fields of fear
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| We’re unable to assuage
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| All our best days are behind us And the path’s strewn with debris
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| That we’ll sweep beneath the carpet
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| Where no one else will see
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| We live beneath the specter
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| Of an omnipresent doom
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| We know for sure it’s coming
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| It’s just a question of how soon
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| And like a blind hammer
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| That destroys what it can’t see
|
| Tear down the walls of progress
|
| And spit on our ancestry
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| Indiscriminate
|
| And full of empty rage
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| Gunning down the fields of fear
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| We’re unable to assuage
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| The world has changed around us And our vision’s grown opaque
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| We believe we have the answers
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| But never learn from our mistakes
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| There’s a gift that lays before us But it’s barely out of reach
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| So we turn our backs and walk away
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| And sing our souls to sleep
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| And like a blind hammer
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| That destroys what it can’t see
|
| Tear down the walls of progress
|
| And spit on our ancestry
|
| Indiscriminate
|
| And full of empty rage
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| Gunning down the fields of fear
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| We’re unable to assuage |