| Once upon a time I believed I could change the world but I was wrong
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| Finding solace in the vitriol and the anti-social context for so long
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| Cursed to keep gazing backward
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| And never never look ahead
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| A pitchfork of a destination
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| Submerged in a sea of red
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| These nightmares never go away
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| Still bound by chains of self decay
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| To simply saturate and bleed
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| Out the seeds of a new address
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| We’re charged with the destruction of those static molds
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| We choose to build a union from the old
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| I feel my heart grow cold
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| To my surprise I fatalize
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| And fail to soil the merchandise
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| We’ve swept away all the faintest hooks
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| From the grasp of tomorrows fold
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| Outside your windows down your lonely broken streets
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| Cross the paths with the sterile minions of anachronistic beats
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| So cleanse my mind of discontent
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| Declare all the lines as heaven sent
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| Weeding out the sickness I can feel
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| Tell me all night how it can’t be real
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| Spend all night caring only for the words
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| Blame it on the new kids chewing on their nerves
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| Forget about the piss drunks putting out the fires
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| Sucking on the nacro sending out the wires
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| Some thing I won’t forget
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| Cry — it’s over
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| Die — it’s over
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| Flames reach out and lick my face
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| I’m falling some days are grace
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| Cry out steal signs
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| Burning they take it to the nines |