| A feeling of powerness
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| In a world arranged
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| Still the power is ours
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| For the world to change
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| With a collective choice
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| To let hear our voice
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| An extensive decision
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| Of a vital mission
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| But in between is a wall
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| Standing thin but tall
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| With a printed line of text
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| Telling you what to do next
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| An ever ringing mantra repeating in one’s head
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| Affecting your life — until you drop dead
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| You are what you have, you are what you do
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| But furthermore — What others think of you
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| And so we fear the release would make our own worth decrease
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| We are bound to the wall (waiting for it to fall)
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| With indecision to ac, the wall remains intact
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| We are bound to the wall (awaiting a heroe’s call)
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| The Fear we plant in the morning’s breeze
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| We get to feed on — on our knees
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| Traditional tratits carried on through generations
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| And keep reflecting on our relations
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| Was earth made to be a court of law?
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| Or an endless game of self conviction?
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| A risky Place where no one’s safe
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| From one another, foe and brother
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| NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!
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| We’re below the freezing point
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| Point zero
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| The ice is burning in your eyes
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| You’ll go blind
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| You’re blind
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| Blinded by the pain you see
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| It sets me free
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| (The gates open)
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| (To a brighter world)
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| The lament of a dying kind
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| The slaves of mind — Stand aligned
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| Who suffers through all kinds of pain
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| For peace, but all in vain |