| Eye above tell me where have I been?
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| Mechanic lust rusts away a real feel
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| But my TV told me to be thankful
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| The youth are numb
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| Raised on a news feed
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| Synthetic love, a panopticon dream
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| But my TV told me to be fearful
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| Spread forth the message of war
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| It’s the calm before the storm
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| Post apocalyptic
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| New ages critics
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| Will lead the mindless swarm
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| They call
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| We follow
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| But we can’t see the signs
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| They’re pulling the wool over our yes
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| (And we’re all marching in tim)
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| Feel it under your skin
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| The hatred sinking in
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| But teacher told me to be grateful
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| So form a photo OP around another kids casket
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| No ring for a Queen
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| The Presidents a bastard
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| Miss America sleeps with a knife
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| Modern life ain’t war
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| This is genocide
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| They call
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| We follow
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| But we can’t see the signs
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| They’re pulling the wool over our eyes
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| They feed us
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| We swallow
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| It keeps us all in line
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| It’s like the deaf leading the blind
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| And we’re all marching in time
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| (Round and round and round we go
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| The merry keep singing
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| Keep digging that hole
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| I think it’s time that we got off)
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| It’s like the deaf leading the blind and we’re all marching in time
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| Revolt conform
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| This is war
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| They call
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| We follow
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| But we can’t see the signs
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| They’re pulling the wool over our eyes
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| They feed us
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| We swallow
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| It keeps us all in line
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| It’s like the deaf leading the blind
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| And we’re all marching in time |