| You swear allegiance by the glass you drink
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| A life of thought and process now extinct
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| Always unravelled always on the brink
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| Takes a hold of you
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| They taught you how to think
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| Stick to tradition it will keep you sane
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| Just fall in line, ignore the pain
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| Increase the dosage it will keep you calm
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| A mindless drone
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| Queen’s done her job
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| Retreating, weakening
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| A host now feeding its disease
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| Foundation, soon broken
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| They’ve got you begging on your knees
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| And now it’s time
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| To put up a fight
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| It’s up to you to make it right
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| I know, don’t play the part
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| Break away; |
| follow your heart
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| Don’t think, reclamation
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| Don’t think, liberation
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| Don’t think, just do
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| What would you be if influence was obsolete
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| You’d trust yourself, and have your soul to keep
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| They fish the barrels and start pulling up the nets
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| You took the bait… too late
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| And now the hook is set
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| Not a play toy
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| No fucking do boy
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| See something shiny and you bite
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| «Traditioned» «Conditioned»
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| Lets move ahead and do what’d right
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| DO WHAT YOU FEEL IS RIGHT
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| And now it’s time
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| To put up a fight
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| It’s up to you to make it right
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| I know, don’t play the part
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| Break away; |
| follow your heart
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| Or you’ll be torn apart
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| No more
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| No more
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| Not anymore
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| And now its time
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| To put up a fight
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| It’s up to you to make it right
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| I know, don’t play the part
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| Break away; |
| follow your heart |