| Your skull on a network broadcast
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| Sweaty palms holding a bloody hall pass
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| Show their faces so they keep on watching
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| If silence shows up then just talk though it
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| Endless echoes in a big old hallway we rot in
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| We report and you die
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| We even let you speak for us, you worthless piece fo shit
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| Just shut up. |
| Shut up. |
| Just shut the fuck up
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| You don’t even know what you’re saying
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| I can’t think while I’m staring at the screen
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| Our lifeless trophy, fixated and unaware
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| Blinded with pride, becoming the enemy
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| While the amputee salutes and the lynch mob ties their noose
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| We can’t help but drown before the ship even starts to sink
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| I can’t think while I"m staring at the screen
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| The days turn to weeks, maybe we’ll find a way
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| And I’m not getting sleep
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| I’m not fucking sleeping
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| I’ve ground down my teeth till they’re dust
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| But you need me, I’m telling you this
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| We’ll burn down our house together. |
| Together
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| We’re fucked
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| Every man for himself
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| Our currency is ignorance
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| And we’ve been doing just fine
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| We’ll keep rewarding ourselves for economic genocide
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| I can’t think while I’m staring at the screen
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| The days turn to weeks
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| Maybe we’ll find a way |