| Cloaks of sickness
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| Keeping us sweet
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| Delusional blackness
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| Fictional madness
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| Visionary blackness
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| Traps are set
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| Revolving mind-doors
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| Conspiring our downfall
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| Which came first, the lies or deceit?
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| Why did the suffering cross the divide?
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| The dealer sold his soul to hide
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| And left us on the other side
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| The corporate lessons for which we burn
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| Desolate loops in which we turn
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| Saga of fools
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| A voyage of trust
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| No contracts bound
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| Gathering dust
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| Which came first, the secret or the crime?
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| Where does the loyalty cross the line?
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| The dealer sold his soul to hide
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| And left us on the other side
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| Tranquilize our denial
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| Vengeance is mine
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| Capitalize
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| On regret
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| Kick aside what aspires
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| Vengeance is ours
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| Our defense won’t expire
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| Eat the shit with a smile, don’t be frail
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| Our word is bound
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| Face the wall, fill the mold that we take
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| And break with our hands
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| Sign the line, it’s your life
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| Don’t be squeamish
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| Take the time, taste the sweat
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| Choke back your tongue
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| Mechanics, mechanics, mechanics of deceit
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| Glorified, butchered, bathed in malice
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| Sign the line; |
| it’s your life
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| Don’t be squeamish
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| Take the time, taste the sweat
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| Choke back your tongue
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| At the shit with a smile, don’t be frail
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| Our word is bound
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| Face the wall; |
| fill the mold that we take
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| And break with our hands
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| Mechanics, mechanics, mechanics of deceit
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| Tranquilize our denial
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| Vengeance is mine
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| Capitalize on regret
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| Kick aside what aspires
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| Vengeance is ours
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| Our defense won’t expire, so beware! |