| Some doors should have never been opened…
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| I always felt the friction and every night I saw the spark
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| In part it’s where the paranoia starts
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| First with intolerance, pathetic ignorance, indifferent fucking pigs who
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| watched in silence as it all came apart
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| What do you care now
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| Now that our choices are dwindling
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| What do you care how many wonders lay dead at our feet
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| Regarded with suspicion when nothing else was ever earned
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| We’ve turned the tables on ourselves
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| Try to advance but never learn
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| Promises never met, a biased temperament
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| Knowledge disintegrates when it all comes crashing down
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| Devolving right from the start
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| Let go of my hand
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| You’ll never stop this
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| What do you care now
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| Now that our choices are dwindling
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| What do you care how many wonders lay dead at our feet
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| Let go of my hand
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| So I can violate your trust
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| Let go of my hand
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| You’ll never stop this…
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| Devolving right from the start
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| Let go of my hand
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| You’ll never stop this
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| Give me the shapes to create life and I’ll make you a gun
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| With outstretched arms I’ll cut the light from your eyes
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| Hate me, forgive me
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| Your god will never save me
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| No point in waiting
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| Faith seems so useless lately
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| A world evolved can’t find it’s own way
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| Through oblivion’s gates (let go of my hand)
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| Devolving right from the start
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| Let go of my hand
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| You’ll never stop this
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| Devolving right from the start
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| Let go of my hand
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| You’ll never stop yourselves |