| Calls of distress echo through the maze
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| Whose name on the list is next?
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| This caustic derision, the abject dearth
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| As we collapse in this open-ended cage
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| Now is all we have
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| Yet blind we dance into the void
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| As we follow the one who leads from the rear
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| Hail to the chief, megalomaniac
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| And we’re hammering the nails down
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| As we each die clinging to the lies that hold our world in place
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| One by one, we reach the precipice
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| As progeny of vice and avarice
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| Bleak is the vision, the cult end-time
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| These are the days of the faithless god
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| And we’re hammering the nails down
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| As we each die clinging to the lies that hold our world in place
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| Rivals, not equals, all against all
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| Compassion rendered null and void
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| Breach and division, moral charades
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| Absurd inquisitions, sanity fades
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| We fake dissent, we breed deceit
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| Each fuels the other endlessly
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| And we’re hammering the nails down
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| As we each die clinging to the lies that hold our world in place
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| And we’re hammering the nails down
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| As we each die clinging to our lies |