| In a bitter sense, you’re close to arrogance
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| As a sign of your bitter fall, you fall into trance
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| Your words, your promises are lost and will never be found
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| Take a look in the mirror now, cause you can’t make a sound
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| All you could see was already known
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| The mouths that you feed will be turning the point
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| Come back and show me the things that I’ve done
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| Cause I can’t see at all
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| The truth stands tall in the trust that I’ve made
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| Such a mental choking democracy
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| (The violence within me)
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| And a collaborating society
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| Despite your loneliness, you’re all going down
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| Dig a hole in your mindtrap and pretend to be numb
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| All you could see was already known
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| The mouths that you feed will be turning the point
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| Come back and show me the things that I’ve done
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| Cause I can’t see at all
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| The truth stands tall in the trust that I’ve made
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| Such a mental choking democracy
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| (The violence within me)
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| And a collaborating society (x2)
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| Desperately wanting something (you really never had)
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| Constantly recharging (the endless battery)
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| May all those dreams be not in vain
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| It’s there but it’s not to take the blame
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| Such a mental choking democracy
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| (The violence within me)
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| And a collaborating society
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| Since when do we have such a constant greed
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| (And the public demand chokes the need)
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| And a collaborating society
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| Desperately wanting something (you really never had)
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| Constantly recharging (the endless battery)
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| May all those dreams be not in vain
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| It’s there but it’s not to take the blame |