| I see a world that’s out of focus
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| Lost and dying as we witness virtue
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| Thrown aside
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| Now degenerates and leeches thrive
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| While the working mans condemned
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| And the junkies, risen up onto a throne of lies
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| A wretched pedestal
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| But only fools will watch it all
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| I have no halos for the heartless
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| No pity for the insincere
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| No honour for the worthless
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| Who’ve done nothing in life to be revered
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| When addicts die
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| Their abuse fades
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| If heroes live
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| They face the hardest days
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| They’ll demonize the soldier
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| And question motives to try
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| And cheapen all their sacrifice
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| They pay homage to those who don’t deserve
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| Praising thieves and liars
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| The corrupt and the pariahs
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| Decency is left to die
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| It’s completely despicable
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| Only weak minds will deem them worthy
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| I have no halos for the heartless
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| No pity for the insincere
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| No honour for the worthless
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| Who’ve done nothing in life to be revered
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| I have no halos for the heartless
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| No pity for the insincere
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| No honour for the worthless
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| You never did a fucking thing in your life to be revered |