| Looking out from our crystal castles, they feel nothing at all
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| Watching over the huddled masses, waiting for the fall
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| A thirst like this can’t be quenched even after they’ve taken all there is to
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| give leaving nothing in their wake
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| A deceiving bright smile lends a handshake with the devil
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| Only serving a faceless king while smoke and mirrors hide everything
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| We are dissention
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| A nation of tired thieves
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| A fatal attraction
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| Addicted to meet the growing need
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| Why do we lie to ourselves or anyone else?
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| Let’s call this what it is; |
| it’s a shakedown
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| So here’s your intervention
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| Tied to lies of our own detention
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| Each breath we take makes us feel as thick as thieves
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| Break the glass for a moment
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| Overflowing but we don’t show it
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| There’s never quite enough to give; |
| never quite enough
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| Don’t put it past the victors to act out and play the victim
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| To kick you while you’re in a coma
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| What once was yours is now left cold and grey
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| We are dissention
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| A nation of tired thieves
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| A fatal attraction
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| Addicted to meet the growing need
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| Why do we lie to ourselves or anyone else?
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| Let’s call this what it is; |
| it’s a shakedown
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| So here’s your intervention
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| Tied to lies of our own detention
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| Each breath we take makes us feel as thick as thieves
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| With bloodied hands we stand and shrug
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| Cause after all who’s really won?
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| Standing tall as thick as thieves
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| Waiting for the kill to limp along |