| Holding power within our hands
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| We consume until our hunger’s surpassed
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| Paying no mind to the devastation
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| Our corruption has grown into a monstrous form
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| Did we ever intend this?
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| Were we always this way, resistant to shame?
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| Dedicated to the mind of the hive
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| We will spread and independence will die
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| Ordered and structured in a world of suffering
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| Ignore the plight as the noose gets tighter
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| Our lungs cease to breathe
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| What a pathetic excuse for a life
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| Imprisoned in our own minds
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| Stuck in rotation
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| There must be more to life
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| A constant struggle for freedom
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| It is time to reclaim
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| Reclaim what is rightfully ours
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| We walk through the streets, we don’t feel the despair
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| How can we feel a thing when we cannot stand still?
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| There is no room in this world for hope
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| There is no room for you
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| Asleep in a lucid nightmare
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| Afraid to be awake
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| What’s the point in living this life?
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| We deserve to fucking die
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| What a pathetic excuse for a life
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| Imprisoned in our own minds
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| Stuck in rotation
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| There must be more to life
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| A constant struggle for freedom
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| It is time to reclaim
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| Reclaim what is ours |