| I’ve heard a rumor of a coming storm my beliefs won’t keep me warm and
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| Regard with deep disdain the systems keeping us informed
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| We protest but it seems in vain shout each other down assigning blame
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| The current scene unfolds just like the tragedies of old
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| And yet we do as we are told
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| Obedience the key to our control
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| Damnation salvation
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| Words have served to bring us to our great divide
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| Upbraided fixated
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| On an outcome unforeseen seek to despair
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| Build walls out of fear and greed discard the ones in need of
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| Humanity and grace and so we falter as before
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| Agitate against derision won’t be denied our own decisions
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| Who can see the architects of a turning of this tide
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| With all the pressure deep inside
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| Retaliate and let the fates collide
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| Damnation salvation
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| Words have served to bring us to our great divide
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| Upbraided fixated
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| On an outcome unforeseen seek to despair
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| And you can scream into the wind
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| Or turn a blind eye to it all
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| List the ways you’re better than
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| The furthest yet to fall
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| And berate those seeking shelter
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| From a chaos we’ve prescribed
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| A dereliction from our odious ideals
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| Regardless how it feels
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| To escape from what is real |