| Right now like a step outside
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| My heart beats genocide
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| Tearing out all the crippled walls
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| Drawing fire from the mortal flaws
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| To take it in on the chin, don’t want to face it
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| We generate our debate to try to place it
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| Fear the eyes of the blind and the fallen
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| We cauterize as the dream comes crashing down
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| And like a poison will coerce you
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| To the very brink of salient pathologies
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| Your own disease
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| And with the whole wide world against you
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| Is it any wonder that it brings you to your knees?
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| Make war on the fractured climes
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| Where the infirmed all run on time
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| I’ve cried for much less than you
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| And taken all your pain
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| Just like a lie you want to throw in the fire
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| That’s how it feels to be exposed as a liar
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| You fall in line when there’s nothing real
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| It takes hold of everything you feel
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| Your fear surrounds my soul
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| Your fear creates my light
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| Your words are not my life
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| No time to get it right
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| Your words are not my life
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| No time, gotta live but there’s no
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| Time will take me down, it breaks me
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| Drowning in civility and losses justified
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| Words like tokens, eyes wide open
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| Staring down the epitaphs of virtue long denied |