| In all my dreams
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| I cannot remember a time
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| When the world could peacefully flourish into something great
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| It just becomes another organized mess
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| Too silent, too calm
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| The land becomes gray like death
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| The past, the color, the sound, the smell
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| Of the vast desolation
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| Is all I’ve ever felt
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| We live in silence, trampled by ignorance
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| A product of violence
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| Created to corrupt the next generation
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| We die in silence
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| Nothing needs to be said
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| We’ve molded the future
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| Just to cut it off at the head
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| Open your eyes
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| And look at what we’ve done
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| Let us lead you
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| And show you the way of the world
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| We are the reason
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| That children run to their homes
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| They fear the night and barricade themselves inside their minds
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| Holding onto their innocence
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| That brings them shelter
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| And keeps them alive
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| In all my dreams
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| I cannot remember a time
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| When the world could peacefully flourish into something great
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| It just becomes another organized mess
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| Take their hand
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| Show them what can be achieved
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| When you take a twisted world and make it worse than it seems
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| (Worse than it seems)
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| Open your eyes
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| And look at what we’ve done
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| Let us lead you
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| And show you the way of the world
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| Open your eyes
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| And look at what we’ve done
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| Let us lead you
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| And show you the way of the world
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| Morality is broken
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| Forever shattered
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| With no way to heal
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| They’ll never stand a chance
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| We are all evil
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| The light of the future is eclipsed
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| No hope for the youth
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| Their eyes are open
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| It’s the way the paradigm always shifts |