| I think we both feel the winds have changed
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| I won't pretend we didn't see the signs of this disaster
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| The stakes are getting high, masses no longer blind
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| We need to feed their faith
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| Well everyone that's living down there
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| Wants to know, how is life up here?
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| What treasures are we keeping near
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| To trick the public eye?
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| What ignorant and self-obsessed
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| Old fools with blackened souls
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| They eat their fill, lеave nothing left
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| Than stomachs full of holes?
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| You act likе all of this
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| Would mean a thing to them
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| Like if they knew, then they would care
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| Like if they've heard, they'd listen?
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| What you people fail to see
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| Is that the slaves were always free
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| So flip a coin, but keep in mind
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| It's easier to join
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| Can you feel the guilt crashing down around you?
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| It's so heavy
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| Citadels in gardens of rose
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| They weigh the odds, then choose their own
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| Flagrantly, blatantly laughing at woes
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| They hide in the shadows while high on their throne
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| You act like all of this
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| Would mean a thing to them
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| Like if they knew, then they would care
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| Like if they've heard, they'd listen?
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| What you people fail to see
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| Is that the slaves were always free
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| So flip a coin, but keep in mind
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| It's easier to join
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| Get on your knees talking to me
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| You're being honored now
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| You're being honored now
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| You've buried yourselves
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| Because I told you to
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| So get out of my way
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| You act like all of this
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| Would mean a thing
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| You act like all of this
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| Would mean a thing to me
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| They thought this puppet still had strings
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| But don't you know who I fucking am?
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| What you people fail to see
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| Is that I love watching you bleed
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| So keep your coins and keep in mind
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| You die if you join |