| Dear father, can you clarify this fiction you speak with?
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| The blind have organized, confusing the sides, the language is different
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| The corporation found a way to monetize the inscription
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| Convinced an afterlife
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| It’s cursed with the burden to kill for admission
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| If no one defines where the boundaries lie, it’s no wonder why we’re
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| desensitized
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| Why are you lost for words?
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| And why can you just not respond or need time to revise your old version of
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| lies?
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| We just need you to show up on time, just once!
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| Just once!
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| It seems the races have decided to take pride in their difference
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| Then fight with conviction, determined the color of man defines their intentions
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| Just clarify
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| Just one reply
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| Just one more time
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| Fucking pick a side!
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| If no one defines where the boundaries lie, it’s no wonder why we’re
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| desensitized
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| Why are you lost for words?
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| And why can you just not respond or need time to revise your old version of
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| lies?
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| We just need you to show up on time, just once!
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| Just once!
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| We scream when it’s our time to listen
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| Our flaws by our own definition
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| Some die from self-righteous indifference with the book in their hand,
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| not the hand of their children
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| Why are you lost for words?
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| And why can you just not respond or need time to revise your old version of
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| lies?
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| We just need you to show up on time, just once!
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| Just once!
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| Just once!
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| Just once! |