| Wake up! |
| it’s time to understand
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| The holy fucking network was building up on sand
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| Take a step back — this is the final call
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| You can be the witness of the downfall of it all
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| Find out, what is still inside
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| Is it really you? |
| is it worth to fight?
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| Lose all, illusions in your head
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| You’re begging now for help that you will never get
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| In these days you only wanna scream
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| You’re already dead but still existing on the screen
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| You read now things, written in your name
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| Things about your private life you would never give away
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| They know your attitude, your hopes and your fear
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| Even your position, so you can’t just disappear
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| It’s a painful awakening like from a rotten tooth
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| You thought everything was fine, now you know the truth
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| Who’s the one, who really understands you?
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| Who’s the one, who really fights for you?
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| Who’s the one, who reach out helping hands, too?
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| Who defends you, if you’re standing all alone?
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| Who cares? |
| who really gives a fuck?
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| Who is the only one that gets you out now, if you’re stuck?
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| Don’t wanna beat around the bush because we both know that it’s true
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| It’s hard to face the facts, the only one is you
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| Long enough you overshare what’s on your mind
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| You decorate a templateworld but didn’t look behind
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| You cut your personality to fit into the frame
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| Ready for upload as the product you became
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| You fall into a world looking too good to be true
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| And swallow down their pulp readymade for you
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| You think this «free space» is a benefit for all
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| Negatory, it’s the tool box of control
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| As for me, don’t want to meet trouble halfway here
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| I’m not a man for closed system madness i deny collective fear
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| I refuse the path of distraction, leading away from thoughts i esteem
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| I want my brain all for myself, not be taken by the mean
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| Inimitability is the greatest good you should protect
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| To enable and let grow an unformatted self-respect
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| A premise to be steady, is knowing who you are
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| Ready for release, before they go to far
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| All in all you are at the mercy of the ones
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| Who are getting fathers power and hand it over to their sons
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| They’ll take over your identity and snatch the smile below your nose
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| And you become the public enemy everybody knows
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| Shoot back, and they’ll let you know how they feel
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| If you face up, you will get the short end of the deal
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| They will use you as a warning, to protect their «common wealth»
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| These people are not against you, they are for themselves
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| Who’s the one, who really understands you?
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| Who’s the one, who really fights for you?
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| Who’s the one, who reach out helping hands, too?
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| Who defends you, if you’re standing all alone?
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| Who cares? |
| who really gives a fuck?
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| Who will be sitting here alone, if you loose everything you’ve got?
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| Don’t want to prettify because we both know that it’s true
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| It’s the man in the mirror who says the only one is you
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| Who cares? |
| who really gives a fuck?
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| Who’s left, if you let go of whatever makes you stop?
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| It doesn’t take a genius to understand it’s true
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| But i’ll tell you who it is — the only one is you |