| Fame, hate, pain
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| It all controls you
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| Rage, fear, blame
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| It satisfies you
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| No one ever really loved you much anyway
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| No one really understands so you’ll make them pay
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| They’re the target
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| They’re the meat
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| They’re the animal
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| You’re the star, you are pure
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| They’re the criminal
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| It isn’t hard, bigger than God
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| Filthy mind, you’re one of my kind
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| And I can see, how it should be
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| We don’t belong
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| The Kids are all wrong
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| The Kids are all wrong
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| The Kids are all wrong
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| Love, trust, faith
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| It all escaped you
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| Self, lies, rage
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| And now this shape you
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| It’s from the Id, it has come to devour you
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| You’re the star no matter what they are telling you
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| Make them afraid and they’ll respect what you tell them to
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| Make them afraid and maybe one day they’ll love you too
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| It isn’t hard, bigger than God
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| Filthy mind, you’re one of my kind
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| And I can see, how it should be
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| We don’t belong
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| The Kids are all wrong
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| It isn’t hard, bigger than God
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| Filthy mind, you’re one of my kind
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| And I can see, how it should be
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| We don’t belong
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| The Kids are all wrong
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| The Kids are all wrong
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| The Kids are all wrong
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| The Kids are all wrong
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| The Kids are all wrong
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| The Kids are all wrong
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| The Kids are all wrong
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| The Kids are all wrong |