| Wading through the oceans of minced dreams
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| While they puke some little pieces of
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| Surreal truth to feed the stupid crowd
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| The endless kiss of him that made them proud
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| So the rigid lens gives you
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| The perfect view
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| Into the heated
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| Heart of bloody polished steel
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| And
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| As they started dancing (on mutilated humanity)
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| You can hear them paying homage to their
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| Unknown fear
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| See what we have given you
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| See what we can do for you
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| We just do what we are told
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| We must do what we are told
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| For religion we are sold
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| We just do what we are told
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| For religion we are sold
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| All we touch is dead and cold
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| And while they exorcise what they believe
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| Always flagging honour and justice
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| Vindication for their blinded greed
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| So that you can play the innocent
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| 'cause you learned how to behave
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| In a
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| Virtuell world that’s
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| Full of mutilated dreams
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| And
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| As they started dancing (on mutilated humanity)
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| You can hear them paying homage to their
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| Unknown fear
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| See what we can give for you
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| See what we have done for you
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| All we have is here before you
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| Accept our lives, we must implore you |