| There is no point to act
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| If there is no tomorrow
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| In a place of nothing
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| We are all born and raised denied of rights
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| Stuck in a world of easy solutions
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| Simplified and stripped to a frame
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| A blank tape for someone to play
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| Amongst an audience of deaf and the dull
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| Dressed to impress the blind
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| In a universe of dark stars
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| Words like firebombs thrown in masses
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| Just in time to watch the world burn
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| Dream bliss movement through coma
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| Filtered feelings and senseless acts
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| Injected thoughts, predictable future
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| Destroyed bodies come with shattered egos
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| Storm bent trees stripped of leaves
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| Waiting for a spring that never comes
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| Dried up roots aching for water
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| Useless reach for an ever setting sun
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| There is no reason to act
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| For there is no tomorrow
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| In a kingdom of failures
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| Walk through fire just to get drowned
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| Stand up to hear the gospel of damned
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| Soothing hymns for the forsaken
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| An observer on the deck of Mary Celeste
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| And weather is looking fine
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| Delay time to hear the attrition of minds
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| In the market of bad ideas
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| Every soul is a price taker
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| We are all done here, pour salt on the ground |