| These are the demons we’ve created
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| They’re selling us lies, heartache and hatred
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| It’s time to sever the ties
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| And feed the raging fires
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| Because in the dark they’ll give us light
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| Substance isn’t an option they’ll grace us with
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| A sincere word has never left your head
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| With sheep at your feet the stage is set
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| Your words could bring them life
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| But you’ll leave them for dead
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| These are the paths that we have taken
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| If you think they’re selling us truths, you’re gravely mistaken
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| An aversion that never faded
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| It just grows and I’ve become so jaded
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| They are no better than us
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| Substance isn’t an option they’ll grace us with
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| A sincere word has never left your head
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| With sheep at your feet the stage is set
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| But you don’t have a single heartfelt line to sing
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| Your words could bring them life again
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| But you’ll leave them for dead
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| You left us for dead
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| It’s time we leave them behind
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| No need for goodbyes |