| Give in to the pressure of the sound
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| Of the voices saying step down
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| Beast of glutton, the embodiment of greed
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| Exploiting the weak by fabricating their needs
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| The wolf kicked in the door, intruded in your home
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| And you see it as a privilege to be consumed
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| Give in to the pressure of the sound
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| Of the voices saying step down
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| Tell us something that resembles truth
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| You pitiful bastard in clearest sight
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| The wolf was never hiding
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| You told yourself sweet nothings, and now your only truth is lying
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| Bulbous parasite; |
| expanding from the blood of the ignorant
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| The worm is robbing our ability to communicate
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| I saw him laugh in your face, why aren’t you irate?
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| Scrub away the stain
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| Leech their energy
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| Give in to the pressure of the sound
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| Of the voices saying step down
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| Tell us something that resembles truth
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| You pitiful bastard in clearest sight
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| Give in to the pressure of the sound
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| Of the voices saying step down
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| Tell us something that resembles truth
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| You pitiful bastard in clearest sight
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| The people’s king; |
| a virtuoso of trophy lust and adolescent behavior
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| An old fool convinced you he’s your savior
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| Chaos is the grain on which the bastards feed
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| Bringing down the rain, they drown the land in greed
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| Scrub away the stain, leech their energy
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| Tell us something that resembles truth, just walk away |