| This feels insane
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| The less you know
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| Now is worth more than anything
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| You will engage and breathe it
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| Toxic, the burn
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| Show me where the progress
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| Exists without the protest
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| Hid behind the faint lines
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| Built beside the same lines
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| Even though it’s not in your view
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| You’re a part of a bigger chain
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| Gaping holes worn through weeping walls
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| It’s right in front of you
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| We’re holding the blade
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| This feels insane
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| Wealth before our own worth
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| Programmed to obey
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| We are the slaves who object in silence
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| The herd
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| Even though it’s not in your view
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| You’re a part of a bigger chain
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| Gaping holes worn through weeping walls
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| It’s right in front of you
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| We’re holding the blade
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| We’re holding the blade
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| Feed me now the cure
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| Even though it’s not in your view
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| You’re a part of a bigger chain
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| Gaping holes worn through weeping walls
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| It’s right in front of you
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| Even though it’s not in your view
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| You’re a link in a bigger chain
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| Gaping holes worn through weeping walls
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| It’s right in front of you
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| The path they gave to you is worn
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| By the countless enslaved
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| Confused alone
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| Hopelessly gazing through that hole
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| They’re fed their only light
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| Only light
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| Only light |