| We’re nothing more then a bombardment of
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| Publications applauding, the merchant smirking
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| A familiar wretched sense of your butchered self hovers closer
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| Consumer’s high pitch
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| Screaming turned into
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| Nothing more than sheer shrieking
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| I propose a reverse, a change in Ideals
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| I propose a reverse for better forms of connection
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| Bring me the weak, the rise of us all lies within the bottom of society
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| Protect the level head
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| Peel backs the reason
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| Consume certainty
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| Quit holding difference, and wanting us to submit our hollow limbs
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| This is the albatross hanging 'round our neck
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| And I won’t let all you cowards forget about the end
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| Wishing
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| When will madness prevail?
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| Begging for the asylum
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| Burning for the anthem
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| Begging for the asylum now
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| The struggle must go on hostile children
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| Struggle must go on, spreading all the revelations
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| We’re not convicts, don’t take responsibility for things we’ve said and done
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| We’re not convicts, the reflections are the guilty ones, the guilty ones
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| Slow waves of sound, I know what creatures lie inside I know what lies
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| Damaged anarchist, I know what creatures lie inside I know what lies
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| Take our flat-headed monster
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| Stones clogged my throat
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| Forceful self-portraits burn the hands off god
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| Don’t breath, time will claim us all
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| Dark waves, of our expression
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| Visions don’t receive natural deaths
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| Visionaries will die young
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| Visionaries, with clenched fists and open arms
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| Envious hearts are hunted we’re all visionaries |