| Under the storm at midnight’s sea
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| Decipherable intent to rival
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| And while we feast on their dead ends
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| A means to vilify dissent
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| A formal grace has mystified our sentiments
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| The walrus and the fisherman
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| You’re welcome to join pursuit
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| The game it never ends
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| We made a place for all mankind
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| This precious gift is more than man’s dying heart
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| The catalyst of growing fears in us all
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| Chastise the malice king
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| The self appointed martyrs of the privileged class
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| Wearing rulers clothes
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| And spouting judges quotes like mass
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| Indoctrinated tools
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| The shepherd’s finest white domestications
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| Right before your eyes
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| All forming a line
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| We are the marks across
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| The vein severed
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| From all around us
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| Invented new suspicions
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| Interchangeable
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| And for every new exclusion millions of more victimized
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| By nameless self-consumed complacent passive dependents
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| So just rank single file
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| This world is not our own
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| It’s not just another war
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| This is all we know and don’t |