| It bites me, incites me, how you don’t practice what you preach
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| Confusions and illusions, the hidden cracks beneath your speech
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| The faceless, the graceless, the careworn company you keep
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| All-trying and all denying — their dream is dying in its sleep
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| Hail to the hypocrite whose fate you hold above
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| All hail unto the hate you sell as love
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| You’re out of argument, the truth stands tall
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| You’re mind’s a monument — your faith will fall
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| The hopeful, the popeful — ye who would be flocks, so shall be sheep
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| All followed, have swallowed — the mild, the maimed, the mocked, the meek
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| The elected, the protected, corruption comes to claim you all
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| One infected — it’s all for one and some and none for all
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| No God, no government has justified our trust
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| Inside indoctrination we are dust
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| Don’t tell me how to live or scorn the sins you should forgive
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| The mirror never lies
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| Don’t claim to represent, that tales you tell are testament
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| Your limit is the sky
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| The crimes, the complications call, contained within your creed
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| Wherever there is hunger, there is need
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| You’re out of argument, where reason calls
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| Your mind’s a monument — your faith will fall |