| Youth scratched
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| Witnessing fallen idols
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| It’s never the one you choose
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| A death grip on something you don’t own
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| Explain to me why dues get paid to you
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| I’ve seen your true face
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| It’s much more scared than mine
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| I’ve seen your true face
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| And others like it that disappear in time
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| Hypocrites will have their day
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| Only if we take a stand
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| United against lines that divide
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| And the notion of class separation
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| Perpetrator you rule with an iron fist
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| Dictating individual experience
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| A corner stone of what you’d have them believe
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| Up in flames from the venom and fire you breathe
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| Save us
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| Constricting the life force
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| Take us
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| Humble beginnings now six feet beneath
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| Save us
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| Carry the torch for the jaded
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| Take us
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| Hope lies with those who seek your defeat
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| Coward’s eyes don’t make it hard to find cracks in the veneer
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| No more treading over broken glass
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| Time to banish the cycle of fear
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| Save us, save us
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| From our skin is aging but these brittle bones are pleading
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| Take us! |
| Take us!
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| We cast the shadow of a broken man as he turns to dust
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| Perpetrator you rule with an iron fist
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| Dictating individual experience
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| A corner stone of what you’d have them believe
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| Up in flames from the venom and fire you breathe
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| Youth scratched, witnessing fallen idols
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| It’s never the one you choose
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| A death grip on something you don’t own
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| Explain to me why dues get paid to you |