| All this twisted steel’s got us rusted up inside
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| Contorted and aborted we are forced to live a lie
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| We can feel it in our bones
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| And can see it in our broken homes
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| Ask me what you want and therefore you shall receive
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| An army of assassins and a handful of beans
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| I’ll tell you what we need
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| Is a flag and some more concrete
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| So who’s gonna take the wheel
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| This isn’t the way we’re supposed to feel
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| First world lost
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| It’s time that we pay the cost
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| The smoke is so thick that i can barely suck it in
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| But this is what it’s like living on this side of dim
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| Silent devils in our dreams
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| But somehow we feel their screams
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| Feel the scorching million grains of the white desert sand
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| Scoop it all up and let it fall from your hand
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| There’s some meaning here but i’m not sure you’ll understand
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| What i’m saying
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| And i’m pleading
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| We’re all slowly dying from ourselves
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| So who’s gonna take the wheel?
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| This isn’t the way we’re supposed to feel
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| First world lost
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| It’s time that we pay the cost
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| So who of us still can see?
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| This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be
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| Drink it down
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| It’s time we got out of town |