| Rise and run run run run
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| Alone in your white abode
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| Your empathy descending
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| Behold it’s said and done
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| Rise with greed and hunger
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| That lets your heart corrode
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| You’re eaten up with envy
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| Your ideals are now dead and gone
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| The cold belief in savings seems so easy
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| With fainted hearts (with fainted hearts)
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| Your world is built on broken glass
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| And we will bless its whole collapse
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| (bless its whole collapse)
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| It won’t cost much I guess
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| I deserve, I’m so blessed
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| Built on broken glass
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| Bless its whole collapse — whole collapse
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| This is our competition, survival of the fittest
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| Welcome to bare corruption, for you there’s something in it
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| Origin pointing out your way: the wheel of Fortune — spin it
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| With its collapse, there’d be space for a new beginning
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| For a new beginning
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| How dare you, questioning my fate?
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| God’s order made me this. |
| This is my — fate
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| How dare you, questioning his divine Grace?
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| Kneel down before me, before it’s too late
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| The cold belief in savings seems so easy
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| With fainted hearts (with fainted hearts)
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| Your world is built on broken glass
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| And we will bless its whole collapse
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| (bless its whole collapse)
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| All savings…
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| Won’t save us all…
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| Savings…
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| We won’t be your damn thrall! |