| Scripted and prescribed
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| Read, just not between the lines
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| Did they learn you how the ancient
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| Grip, it drags and drips
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| Justify when he injects (coat the spine)
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| With empty threats (warm)
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| Ignorant bliss (applied)
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| Applied by one absent iron fist
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| There’s a factory, a ministry
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| A pyramid scheme greased complicit
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| (Pump out meaning on the cheap)
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| So you can afford
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| To feel that stigmata burn (let the)
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| Blood from your wrists as a working cure
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| To heal the unworthy others
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| Who don’t bleed in metaphor
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| Can you feel the love?
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| Seals your lips with the word
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| God is a shout in the street
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| Like you never heard
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| Scripted and prescribed
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| Read, just not between the lines
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| (Like I used to)
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| Like you still do
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| Lean your fevers on the fence
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| Hedge your bets with confidence
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| Part the velvet rope with one command
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| So you won’t see me there
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| (I'll be relaying facts on the ground
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| Your messages postmarked for the clouds)
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| Returned, (confirmed)
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| Without a sound
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| Sweating everyday miracles
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| Banking bad luck on ritual
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| This ship of sentimental fools |
| Is on its way out
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| (And we’re going down)
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| Drop the lead that lines our pockets
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| Break the promise that keeps us honest
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| The worst it won’t last long
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| The best is yet to come
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| The worst won’t last long
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| The best is yet to come |