| With every breath some strive to control
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| With every thought some plot to escape
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| With every fear we fail to hold
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| Small deaths suffered every day
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| Pre-Chorus:
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| You try to tamp it down
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| You have to stomp it out
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| They fight, they speak, they will not listen
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| They want to tear it down
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| They want to burn it out
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| You look away and then dismiss them
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| What is this that we have done?
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| Empowered the feeble man
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| Eviscerate the morning sun
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| Embrace of the new day to come
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| What is this that we have done?
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| We feast on the ashes of man
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| Obliterate what you’ve become
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| And wait on the new day to come
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| Some blame the ones who call the shots
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| Some blame the ones with hands held out
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| We’ve lost grip on reality
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| And the way we used to be
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| Hate — Lust — Take
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| Eviscerate the morning sun |