| How many times must you try, must you fail?
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| Freedom is a state of mind, transcended through hell
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| Give it up, walk away
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| You must comform to the norm
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| You been a slave to the grind from before you was born
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| Product of enviroment, must obey 'till retirement
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| You see the shackling chains hang from the monument
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| A hundred lives for every question you ask
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| You spent in animations like it’s contradicts from the past
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| Extortion
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| Distortion
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| The words that they believe
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| My friend this is the end of us
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| Abortion
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| Emotion
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| To force upon the weak
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| So great this is the end of us
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| The brother then is sent strange through the hourglass
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| You’re in a spirit filled with rage as the hours pass
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| You can’t describe how contrived is the final math
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| And your salvation all relies on financial class
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| Right now is the rise and the fall
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| Clenching up your fists with your back against the wall
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| You must fight for your lives with your eyes on the ball
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| If it trade through the gates and repel down the walls
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| Extortion
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| Distortion
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| The words that they believe
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| My friend this is the end of us
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| Abortion
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| Emotion
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| To force upon the weak
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| So great this is the end of us
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| Alright, stop, listen
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| What’s that sound?
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| Just think for a minute
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| and discover what is going down
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| You farm bred to become consumers
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| But who consumes who in this land of maneuvers?
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| The crafty ways in this maze
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| End of days, a perfect match for the empty graves
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| It’s about time we think for ourselves
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| It’s the right time to put the lies on the shelves
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| What!
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| Extortion
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| Distortion
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| The words that they believe
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| My friend this is the end of us
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| Abortion
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| Emotion
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| To force upon the weak
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| So great this is the end of us |