| I’ll go at it alone and make the truth my own
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| Just save the pain of ever saying my name
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| We’re paying them to preach their own
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| Philosophies and never bother to establish our own
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| I’d rather sleep tonight beneath this liquid floor than breathe
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| Your shallow dreams and want something more
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| They twist reality to make their own beliefs
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| And then expect us just to follow along
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| We read into their lies with sympathetic cries:
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| «how could we ever really make it alone?» |
| We hide inside our homes and act like
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| We’re out saving souls cause we’re damned if we do and we’re damned if we’d
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| don’t
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| Just let your voice be heard and let your words speak truth
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| All of these lies will start all these fires inside of our hearts
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| It’s truth if you believe their objectivity
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| They didn’t leave any room for the right
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| So trade your agency to gain a sense of peace
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| And let them lead you off into the night
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| Just let their words spark fire in our minds
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| Complacency and ignorance will flee tonight from all of our lives
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| I can’t wait to watch you burn
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| I’ve got a feeling something’s wrong
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| The clouds are lined in silver lies and gold
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| I’ve got a feeling something’s wrong tonight |