| Narrow minded herds, self-loving and absorbed
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| Welcoming the plague, with barbed tainted flags
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| Standing all alone no longer is your own
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| Heed this dying tone, already carved in stone
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| With halos of iron, spread your wings of trust
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| The rules that you enact are quarreled with your facts
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| The syndromes you endorse are kicking your dead horse
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| Your movements had been raped by day jobs and red tapes
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| And nihility prevailed between their fingernails
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| The waves will wash ashore
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| What your shameful bliss has done against all odds
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| Give in to fear and fall before
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| The consequences gods
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| Beg to differ where no difference can be spared
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| Embrace with open arms the scent of smoking guns
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| Cry out from the top of your collapsing lungs
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| How the world has turned its back on you and smiled
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| Renounce your false-golden dreams
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| Set fire to the ideals once stood proud
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| Tear down the walls, lit (sic) up the consensus
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| Rise from those boundaries unbowed
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| Shatter your glass prison
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| Regrets, you’ll have none
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| To progress is to shed skin
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| Let bygones be bygones
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| Make amends with your true nature
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| Do not submit to the voice of the old
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| Shed your true individual light
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| Unto this vacant world |