| Standing at an impasse forged with broken hearts and shattered glass
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| The death of our progress, destruction of the middle class
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| This calamity knows no bounds and shows no shame
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| It’s spit in our face and we gave hate a different name
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| Terror
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| It’s a corporate design
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| They keep stacking bodies on the capital shrine
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| Were you dazed by the flashing lights and dollar signs
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| Did you feel your conscience shift into a steep decline
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| Mind numb from what the suffocation has become
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| We’re all born apart of the great divide
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| Molded and shaped in the machine’s assembly line
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| With oil in our blood and diamonds in our eyes
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| We’ve been longing for relief not an empty compromise
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| I’m so goddamn discouraged by the way we live our days out
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| Destructively with our heads down
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| Aspirations, ambitions stay bound
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| It’s all routine
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| Played out scenes over cells and magazines
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| It’s the American dream
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| Or todays big sales at shopping malls
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| Built on grounds housing hell
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| Mind numb from what the suffocation has become
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| We’re all born apart of the great divide
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| Molded and shaped in the machine’s assembly line
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| With oil in our blood and diamonds in our eyes
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| We’ve been longing for relief not an empty compromise |