| A city of fools
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| I wanna bash whoever’s responsible for this incomprehensible lack of passion
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| The sucker’s been seduced down to the stick
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| And the peasants fill their bellies with the poisons you omit
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| I’ve come to separate the heads and shoulders
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| Of these tracing paper soldiers
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| That have been designated to take it over
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| I’mma roll a couple of boulders off the cliff
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| On the road below (look out below)
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| Cause I don’t know what I’mma hit (yeah)
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| I live by the word until I die by your sword
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| Even when I’m dead my head will live inside your RCA cords
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| I wait for the right time, but it resembled now-a-days
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| Descended on the Earth to put an end to all your holidays
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| The assassin covered in plain clothes
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| Smothered the sunlight and set flame to your rainbows
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| And then came the storm (and then came the storm)
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| Bewildered those that didn’t contemplate
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| Fake disguised as the norm (as the norm)
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| And when the smoke evaporated and the damage was accessed
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| The casualties were counted as they looked upon the mess
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| As they focused their eyes on the horizon, who’da guessed?
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| All that stood on top the hill was number seven silhouette
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| (And with this) head splitting tears, cement breaking
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| Weeping for these people walking in their sleep
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| (these people walking in their sleep)
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| My talk is not as cheap
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| And my thoughts are not as deep
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| As the day I woke up to discover I lost my sheep
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| Head splitting tears, cement breaking
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| Weeping for these people walking in their sleep
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| (these people walking in their sleep)
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| My talk is not as cheap
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| And my thoughts are not as deep
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| As the day I woke up to discover I lost my sheep
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| They say a picture’s worth a thousand words
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| Well I beg a thousand pardons for each word I’ve used for personal gain
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| But the letters that float through my head to mold my sentences
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| Could never be contained by a simple picture frame
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| For every intoxicated moment, I hate life
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| I strive to balance my aura by dancing with the light
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| And sometimes it’s difficult to stay quiet
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| I fight it, each time I find myself walking across your eyelids
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| Wishin' the malnutrition, the imagination of yours
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| Could see the truth you breathe through each one of your pores
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| And now the days are drastic, the nights last forever
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| Wanna tear this motherfucker up and put it back together
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| I’d like to ask the cats that act like they might hear
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| If you spent the energy I’ve spit, trying to count the tears
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| One of these days you’re gonna climb the tallest building of all
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| Give a warning to those below and let the tears fall
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| (And with the) head splitting tears, cement breaking
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| Leaping for these people walking in their sleep
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| (these people walking in their sleep)
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| My talk is not as cheap
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| And my thoughts are not as deep
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| As the day I woke up to discover I lost my sheep
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| Head splitting tears, cement breaking
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| Leaping for these people walking in their sleep
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| (these people walking in their sleep)
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| My talk is not as cheap
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| And my thoughts are not as deep
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| As the day I woke up to discover I lost my sheep
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| Nobody sees 'cept my mirror on the wall
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| The damage… overseen by anyone that comprehends
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| The anguish… felt only by the ones that invest
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| The language… was primitive, the listener complex
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| And everybody was trying to define success
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| All the self-proclaimed prophets dressed up to look like poets
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| Pretending to be martyrs that they’re not
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| You can learn all their names
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| And ingrain them on your brains
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| Memories so you can spout them off the top (spout them off the top)
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| Yo kill 'em all, and let God give 'em haircuts
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| The flood has begun, and no one has been paired up
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| So I’mma take a second and beckon the downfall
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| Of your so called civilized nation
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| (Yo yo yo yo yo) stop the sound now!
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| (Cough) |