| A befitting doom for a generation
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| A drug ridden culture of mass sedation
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| Failing to realize its own demise
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| Falling generation, caught by surprise
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| Identity crisis
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| My sanity’s priceless
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| I don’t fuckin' like this
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| Insanity
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| Poseur-isms and masochisms
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| Drive the youth to materialism
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| Falling under the corporate wheel
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| Crushed in its wake, left with nothing to feel
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| Diverted perceptions and urban decay
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| Millions of people are led astray
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| Not by force, but by their own will
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| No visible enemy, no men to kill
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| Our very desires fuel the death machine
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| We’re drowned in smoke and by TV screens
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| Made to believe that this is the only way
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| We follow along until our dying day
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| Emotions thieved from another of their kind
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| A stolen identity, another man’s mind
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| That which is felt is only felt to achieve
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| The status quo of what is 'cool' to perceive
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| Never take heed,
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| Never listen to warning
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| Until it’s too late,
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| Then we start the mourning
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| Insanity
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| Insanity
|
| Poseur-isms and masochisms
|
| Drive the youth to materialism
|
| Falling under the corporate wheel
|
| Crushed in its wake, left with nothing to feel
|
| Insanity
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| Insanity
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| Streets run red with the blood of the people
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| Self-inflicted, a pain that cripples
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| No-one else to blame except for ourselves
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| Recreating this personal hell
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| A befitting doom for a generation
|
| A drug ridden culture of mass sedation
|
| Failing to realize its own demise
|
| Falling generation, caught by surprise
|
| Identity crisis
|
| My sanity’s priceless
|
| I don’t fuckin' like this
|
| Insanity
|
| Poseur-isms and masochisms
|
| Drive the youth to materialism
|
| Falling under the corporate wheel
|
| Crushed in its wake, left with nothing to feel
|
| Insanity
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| Insanity |