| Addressing those beneath from high above
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| Convincing his belief for what you love
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| Baiting every hook with filthy lies
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| Another charlatan to idolize
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| Is this suppression just in my mind? |
| (Just in my mind?)
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| No more questions, get back in line! |
| (Just get back in line!)
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| You pay with your life
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| The duller the knife, the longer it takes (The longer it takes)
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| But now it’s your turn
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| The ashes will burn, and wither away
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| Leaving your bones out on the stones, picking them clean (picking them clean)
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| And carving the truth, while harvesting you to feed the machine (to feed the
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| machine)
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| The gears forever turn to grind the mice
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| Will you become the fuel for sacrifice?
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| Power absolutely all for show
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| The piper blows his flute and off you go
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| Is this obsession behind your eyes? |
| (Behind your eyes?)
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| No more questions, get back in line! |
| (Just get back in line!)
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| You pay with your life
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| The duller the knife, the longer it takes (The longer it takes)
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| But now it’s your turn
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| The ashes will burn, and wither away
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| Leaving your bones out on the stones, picking them clean (picking them clean)
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| And carving the truth, while harvesting you to feed the machine (to feed the
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| machine)
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| Why must the blind always lead the blind?
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| (Get back in line! Get back in line!)
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| Why do I feel like the fault is mine?
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| (Get back in line! Get back in line!)
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| Why must the weakest be sacrificed?
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| (Get back in line! Get back in line!)
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| No more questions, get back in line!
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| (Just get back in line!)
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| Pay with your life
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| The duller the knife, the longer it takes (The longer it takes)
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| But now it’s your turn
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| The ashes will burn, and wither away (Wither away)
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| Leaving your bones out on the stones, picking them clean (picking them clean)
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| And carving the truth, while harvesting you to feed the machine (To feed the
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| machine)
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| To feed the machine |