| Life is strange, now we know it′s just a game
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| We seek salvation, lest we face damnation
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| For the pretty ways that comprise just who we are
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| A shame filled prison awaits us all for being ourselves
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| Of this you can be sure, an afterlife once more
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| So, just do as you're told and you can have it
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| Oh, how we′ve fallen from the edge of time
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| Who designed this paradigm?
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| It's so controlling as to render us out of line
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| Disgrace defined – Grace Divine
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| We're so deranged, all out thoughts are rearranged
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| Controlled by forces and faux social causes
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| In the book of lies, they left us all behind
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| Cause we are the many, we are the meek
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| We shall inherit the earth
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| Of this they can be sure that hey can′t have it
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| Oh, how we′ve fallen from the edge of time
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| Who designed this paradigm?
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| It's so controlling as to render us out of line
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| Disgrace defined – Grace Divine
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| Oh, how we′ve fallen from the edge of time
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| Who designed this paradigm?
|
| It's so controlling as to render us out of line
|
| Disgrace defined – Grace Divine
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| Oh, how we′ve fallen from the edge of time
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| Who designed this paradigm?
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| It's so controlling as to render us out of line
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| Disgrace defined – Grace Divine |