| Behold your empire of ritual disdain
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| With you the martyr king
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| Crying out for the advent of change
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| While clutching so tight to your invisible chains
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| You keep your mouth shut for fear of judgement
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| As soon as backs are turned you abandon your silence
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| You’re a hypocrite and liar, but you know this too well
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| We are unified in chains
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| That hold us to the ground
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| Content to blend with the crowd
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| Mediocrity resounds
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| Behold, the signs of a fractured mind
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| Now push it 'tll it breaks
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| So fucking used to denying yourself
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| You know it must end, but you do it so well
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| I hold your world in the palm of my hand
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| I’ll squeeze the life right out of you…
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| We are unified in chains
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| That hold us to the ground
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| Content to blend with the crowd
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| Idenity unfound
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| You say that we are unified
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| I say that we have lost control
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| I refuse to accept that this is my only solution
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| A broken machine that no one even tries to fix anymore
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| I am sick of pretending that this is the only way for me
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| This is not who I am meant to be…
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| It’s meant to be |
| A time will come when this will be undone
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| As all you thought you knew turns out was never true
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| And all that we are returns to the start
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| But I’ll welcome in the end to begin and grow again |