| You gave birth to a deaf generation
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| Visual talent is the new sensation
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| The trade in value of soul has dropped to all time low
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| Plastic molds are the new gold
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| You devour virtue and spit out our glamour
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| Faces have become vagrant pieces of abstract art
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| This is rare
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| This is candor
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| This is sound without optical slander
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| You can destroy my face before you rid me of my hands
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| Pry out my eyes and I’ll be all ears
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| I won’t be the surgeons new canvas
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| Nor will I be the producers new plan
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| This machine doesn’t off of music
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| Vanity’s a drug and they seem to abuse it
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| You devour virtue and spit out our glamour
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| Faces have become vagrant pieces of abstract art
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| «You have killed rock-n-roll and buried it with the average mans aspiration
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| Never will I, never will I, trade myself to be the machines cranking gears
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| You have killed rock-n-roll and buried it with the average mans aspiration
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| Never will I, never will I, trade myself to be the machines cranking gears»
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| This is rare
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| This is candor
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| This is sound without optical slander
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| You can destroy my face before you rid me of my hands
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| Pry out my eyes and I’ll be all ears
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| This is rare
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| This is candor
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| This is sound without optical slander
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| You can destroy my face before you rid me of my hands
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| Pry out my eyes and I’ll be all ears |