| Build it up, I’ll tear it down
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| My finger in the strings connected to your hands
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| I dance the mockery, a theme of decadence
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| Now I am sinking in this violence
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| This time, emancipation is my right
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| This is what I want, for you to die
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| This is what I want, to be alive
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| Scene of complacency, an apathetic mind
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| But when it’s brought to light, I see a king on a borrowed throne
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| Right now, the violence taking over
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| This time, regimes are changing in my mind
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| I’m so sorry, my old friend, I’m leaving you tonight
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| So caught in this moment, the last breath of your life |