| The world is burning with flagrant desire
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| Our fleeting sense of compassion rewired
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| The world is burning, we welcome the fire
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| Revering the liars
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| Caught in a dream, we’re floating in time
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| The only sense of pride is in falling in line
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| We’re caught in a dream, and no-one can ever reach inside
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| Caught in a dream
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| You and I
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| Caught in a dream
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| This world of mine
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| Is the perfect place to die
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| The world is burning with violent desire
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| Our latent limbic taste for aggression rewired
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| The world is drowning in nonsense satire
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| With the blare of the crowd roaring harder
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| The world is burning, I plead to the martyrs:
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| Perish if you must, but lay claim to your honor
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| Caught in a dream
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| You and I
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| Caught in a dream
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| This world of mine
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| Is the perfect place for us to cower and hide
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| Bleeding time
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| Caught in a dream
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| This world of mine
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| Is the perfect place to die
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| The perfect place to die
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| Beyond the pale, disconnected
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| We ever-obliviously peddle the priors projected
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| To be made again, to be whole again
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| To be one with the legacy
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| Disaffected, but never enough to face the pain plainly reflected
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| To be done with the middle-ground beating of the drum to the common fantasy
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| Caught in a dream, floating in time
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| The only sense of pride is in falling in line
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| Caught in a dream
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| Can you hear me scream?
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| Caught in a dream
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| You and I
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| Caught in a dream
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| This world of mine
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| Is burning, burning
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| Still we hide, bleeding time
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| Caught in a dream
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| This world of mine
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| Is the perfect place to die
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| The world is burning, I preach to the choir
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| The world is burning and welcomes the fire |