| These are the eyes that can’t see me
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| These are the hands that drop your trust
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| These are the boots that kick you 'round
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| This is the tongue that speaks on the inside
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| These are the ears that ring with hate
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| This is the face that’ll never change
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| This is the fist that grinds you down
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| This is the voice of silence no more
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| These are the legs in circles run
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| This is the beating you’ll never know
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| These are the lips that taste no freedom
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| This is the feel that’s not so safe
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| This is the face you’ll never change
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| This is the god that ain’t so pure
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| This is the god that is that pure
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| This is the voice of silence no more
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| We the people!
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| Are we the people?
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| We the people!
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| Are we the people?
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| Some kind of monster
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| Some kind of monster
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| Some kind of monster
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| This monster lives
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| This is the face that stones you cold
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| This is the moment that needs to breathe
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| These are the claws that scratch these wounds
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| This is the pain that never leaves
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| This is the tongue that whips you down
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| This is the burden of every man
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| These are the screams that pierce your skin
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| This is the voice of silence no more
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| This is the test of flesh and soul
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| This is the trap that smells so good
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| This is the flood that drains these eyes
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| These are the looks that chill to the bone
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| These are the fears that swing overhead
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| These are the weights that hold you down
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| This is the end that will never end
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| This is the voice of silence no more
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| We the people!
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| Are we the people?
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| We the people!
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| Are we the people?
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| Some kind of monster
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| Some kind of monster
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| Some kind of monster
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| This monster lives
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| This is the cloud that swallows trust
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| This is the black that uncolors us
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| This is the face that you hide from
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| This is the mask that comes undone
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| Ominous, I am in us
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| Ominous, I am in us
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| Ominous, I am in us
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| Ominous, I am in us
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| This is the cloud that swallows trust
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| This is the black that uncolors us
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| This is the face that you hide from
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| This is the mask that comes undone
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| Ominous, I am in us
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| Ominous, I am in us
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| Ominous, I am in us
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| Ominous, I am in us
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| Are we the people?
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| Some kind of monster
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| Some kind of monster
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| Some kind of monster
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| This monster lives |