| Be sparkly and shiny, they say
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| Be perfect and smiley, they say
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| They say that’s the way to success, they say
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| That is the way to be noticed, they say
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| We poison ourselves, doing what we’re told
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| Constantly glittering, vomiting gold
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| Decomposing and rotting by inhaling filth
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| We continue to swallow caviar with guilt
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| What is the true beauty? |
| What is true gold?
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| How do we find the clarity in this fake, cold world? |
| (Cold world)
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| A nation of liars, shape-shifters, and frauds
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| With false kings rotting on their thrones, golden thrones
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| Thrones, golden thrones, thrones
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| False kings rotting on their golden thrones
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| False kings rotting on their golden thrones
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| Unhappy and crippled but covered in gold
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| We are wearing precious rocks but our hearts are cold
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| While alien expressions garnish our fake faces
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| A polyphony of disorder loosen our laces
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| A polyphony
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| A polyphony, loosen our laces
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| Say, this is what they say
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| This is what they say
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| This is what they say
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| This is what they say
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| This is what they say
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| This is what they say
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| This is what they
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| What is the true beauty? |
| What is true gold?
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| How do we find the clarity in this fake, cold world? |
| (Cold world)
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| A nation of liars, shape-shifters, and frauds
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| With false kings rotting on their thrones, golden thrones
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| Thrones, golden thrones, thrones
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| False kings rotting on their golden thrones
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| False kings rotting on their golden thrones |