| In the shadow of our industry
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| We constructed all these big machines
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| Symbolizing what we want to be
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| Superpowers of insanity
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| Accepting all of this bureaucracy
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| Content to be another wannabe
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| Obscured by all of this complexity
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| Consumed as fuel for even bigger dreams
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| Little voices saying please sign here
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| You know these children are too young my dear
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| And the endless sound of moving parts
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| Replaced the rhythm of their strained hearts
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| While the wheels continue turning
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| We still believe in sold out learning
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| In the center are these blinded eyes
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| Masked by a melted fire out of ice
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| Answers finally came to me
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| Inside a plastic strawberry
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| Creeping through your cancered skin
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| Remember that your life is a sin
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| Lost like a heartbeat
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| We will never hear
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| Caught by the house of coldness
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| We all fear
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| And in our blindness we can’t see
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| The ghost of all we used to be
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| In the daylight of our destiny
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| Swimming in reflected vanity
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| So you smoke another cigarette
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| One more thing in life that you’ll regret
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| While the wheels continue turning
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| We still believe in sold out learning
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| In the center are these blinded eyes
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| Masked by a melted fire out of ice
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| Lost like a heartbeat
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| We will never hear
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| Caught by the house of coldness
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| We all fear
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| And in our blindness we can’t see
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| The ghost of all we used to be |