| In this blinded world i’m afraid of tomorrow
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| You can’t see yourself because the mirror is broken
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| Shattered remains reflect the product
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| Of our constant consumption
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| This sadistic culture has shackled resistance
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| And forced us deeper into desperation
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| Abandoning reason as we accept treason
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| The clothes on our backs — sown by bleeding hands
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| The flesh you eat — grown on stolen land
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| This foul stench of deceit will not die until we are free
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| There is no time for reconsolidation
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| We have imprisoned freedom
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| I can’t digest and i can’t accept the words unleashed
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| When you preach about what is wrong and what is right
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| When lies are justified through modified divine rights
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| Left to find new ways to regain our freedom
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| Guerrilla warfare — the last hope for liberation |