| Anxious steps every day through the halls of learning
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| She’s watching every corner, she’s praying for a warning
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| She’s just a child of eight years old already scared to die
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| And no one’s done a fucking thing but watch the bullets fly
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| Our nerves are cobwebbed with the dust of atrocity
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| The deadly daily spectacle erodes humanity
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| Jaded and desensitized, a spreading apathy
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| Fast forgotten thoughts and prayers for numbers on a screen
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| (For numbers on a screen)
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| Another massacre, another day gone by
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| Is this the new abnormal?
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| Pursuing illusions as we turn a blind eye
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| This is the new abnormal
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| Anguished steps through the ashes of a blackened plain
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| He used to walk the jungle there in perfect harmony
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| He’s an old man of eighty years, last of a different world
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| Progress has wiped his people out, they never will return
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| Out of sight, out of our minds, four thousand miles away
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| Our willful ignorance will turn this home into a grave
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| The air is getting thinner, our lungs are set ablaze
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| We’ve consumed ourselves to death, catastrophe
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| (More numbers on a screen)
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| Another massacre, another day gone by
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| Is this the new abnormal?
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| Pursuing illusions as we turn a blind eye
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| This is the new abnormal
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| Slip so easily into dull indifference
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| When horror has been normalized, a cynical defense
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| But I can’t sit there silently and watch it all go by
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| The strongest hearts will raise their voice against the murderous tide
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| (No!) No, it can’t go on like this
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| Millions of voices echo in the darkness, screaming
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| No (No!), I won’t accept this
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| The faint of heart will fall in line but I will not submit
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| Another massacre, another day gone by
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| Is this the new abnormal?
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| Pursuing illusions as we turn a blind eye
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| This is the new abnormal
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| (More numbers on a screen)
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| Reject the new abnormal |