| Living undercover so the world does not discover
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| How you’re seething on the inside about what you are
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| The red mist arises when the blue has not provided you
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| The respect that you were all craving for
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| Cause they feel no emotion; |
| the truth is the enemy
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| They’re covering their eyes so they’re blind
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| To the lies that the world can see
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| Free us all from this dementia; |
| recall what you were going to be
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| Our screens are our reflections
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| It’s the start of change, but the end of everything
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| You’re feeling lost, but you’re holding on
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| Still waiting for it to return to you
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| Feeling lost, but you’re holding on
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| Still waiting for this to return: your pride
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| You forgot where you’ve been; |
| where you came from
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| Yeah, the false sense of power has taken you over
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| When you’re all alone, you’re just a nobody
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| But with the badge and a gun, you suddenly think you’re someone
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| To all the blue with the best intentions:
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| It’s time to step up; |
| make an intervention
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| Or rebellion will be on its way
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| The voice of the unheard will have its say
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| Cause they feel no emotion; |
| the truth is the enemy
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| They’re covering their eyes so they’re blind
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| To the lies that the world can see
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| Gotta free us all from this dimension; |
| return back where we wanted to be
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| We scream out in rejection
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| But their hearts don’t care and there’s no one listening
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| Where’s your pride? |