| There comes a time in everyones
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| Life where they dwell in death
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| For some of escape the grip is what they seek
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| For others, it’s what they seek
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| Deep in my mind and flowing through me
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| Is a plague that some can’t see
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| To blame it on your musik is quite absurd
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| When it’s brought on by your society
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| Infection spreading through my mind
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| Turning my brain to pus
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| Confusion comes so easily
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| Infection of death I can’t deny
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| To kill myself would it solve anything
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| To foght this infection is it worth it to me
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| The confusion I face everyday may be
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| Beyond comprehention because of the life you lead
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| Condemn us and say it’s help
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| Torment for our good
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| Cut our freedoms down
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| Protest with what you differ
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| Challanged against everything in which we beleave
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| Trapped in your society which tries to deceive
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| With an infection of death spreading through me
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| But one day our power will rise above thee |