| Don’t trust you
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| Don’t need you
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| I believe you might be the answer
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| To the question
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| What is wrong with you people?
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| Beneath the prisons
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| We rise to suffer
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| Under the weight of the wood
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| 'Til you rise up dead
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| Bitch run for cover
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| Under the weight of the wood
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| You are insane
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| Still all to blame
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| For your restriction
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| You put on perfection
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| We keep forgetting
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| We keep regretting
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| That we’re all animals
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| Spirits you all kill
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| You find it hard to call
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| Once too old, tomorrow young
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| From this affliction
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| Your piss addiction
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| Towards some fiction
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| Your jurisdiction
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| We might be animals but your visions are said and done
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| You are insane
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| Still all to blame
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| Researching variables
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| And just return to a parable
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| Your changings
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| You’re preaching
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| You’re actually paralyzing
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| We keep forgetting that we’re all animals
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| Beneath the prisons
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| We rise to suffer
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| Under the weight of the wood
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| 'Til you rise up dead
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| Bitch run for cover
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| Under the weight of the wood |