| Down in the deep, black hole of my heart
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| I feel the pain inside of the dreams that died
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| And I saw a dark message clawed on a wall today, it said
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| «Forever burn this world, it’s far too late»
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| Now I stare out my window, I see the towers rise
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| Toxics seep into my backyard before my very eyes
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| Industrial revolution, no other solution
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| For the junk cultured junkies needs
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| So I take a deep breath 'cause it ain’t over yet
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| The machine it’s got to bring you down to your knees
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| Outside the gates of redemption inside my happy home
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| Contact with big Mr. Mega Bucks on my cellular phone
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| Dollar for dollar, the business hounds holler
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| Sour mouthed stomachs well fed
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| And I’m moving the game yet I still complain
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| The paranoia, it swells inside my head
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| How will I ever know which way the wind blows
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| Will there be no place to hide when the storm comes down
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| To tear off my hide
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| Defenseless, rich or poor
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| When the wolves start gathering 'round my door
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| Self-destructed, I never anticipated
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| Such pain from the things that I’ve created
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| Burn, burn, burn
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| Burn, the device and the ice that’s in my heart
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| Burn down the lies and the hatred in my eyes
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| Let it burn, burn to see the world turn
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| And it’s all there in front of me
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| And I feel compelled to make you see reality
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| This is the turning point, these are the crossroads
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| Detonated lunacy and it’s not a dream
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| It’s not a dream
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| No greener sky, no blacker sea
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| No greater war inside of me
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| Now I stare out my window, the patients on the lawn
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| Loved ones visiting hours wonder what went wrong, wrong, wrong
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| Outside the gates of redemption, my mind is never alone
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| Hospitalized, lobotomized, big machine, please come take me home
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| How will I ever know which way the wind blows
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| Will there be no place to hide when the storm comes down
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| To tear off my hide
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| Defenseless, rich or poor
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| When the wolves start gathering 'round my door
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| Self-destructed, I never anticipated
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| Such pain from the things that I’ve created
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| Burn, burn, burn
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| Burn, the device and the ice that’s in my heart
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| Burn down the lies and the hatred in my eyes
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| Let it burn, burn to see the world turn
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| But it’s all there in front of me
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| And I feel compelled to make you see
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| This is reality |