| Sometimes I feel it’s a waste of time
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| To listen to your shouting a wordless pantomime
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| Can’t you see it falls on deaf ears
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| Filling me up with your point of view
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| Your opinions are your own, I got mine too
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| What I think don’t mean nothing to you
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| When the shit hits the fan
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| And you’re forced by the man
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| Who holds the key to our promised land
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| Don’t misunderstand what’s in the man’s hand
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| 'Cause it’s all been laid out in the New World Plan
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| Makin' me feel like a laboratory rat
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| Without a mind of its own — diseased and fat
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| I can’t let my life go out like that
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| 'Cause I’m an extra skeptic, a true eclectic
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| I find it hard to trust all the people we’ve elected
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| Take a look around, do you feel protected
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| Like garbage in a dump our lives have been rejected
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| A blind man leading the not so blind
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| Creating false truth to fill our minds
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| To listen to yourself would be a crime
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| It all comes back to you some time
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| Like it or not, they got a number on me
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| I will not break for your demands
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| Rabid, defensive, in the corner I stand
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| Caught in a trap, the bait was free
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| Like it or not, they got a number on me
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| I can’t trust anyone, they’re all out to get me
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| Gonna run until I can’t run from the laws that ruin me
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| Faster and harder so God help me flee
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| From the lies that we’re free and the powers that be
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| That push the rich forward between you and me
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| But agree to agree with no guarantee
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| Of something to live for I’ll die if need be
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| I stand up for all as I fight to be free |