| My eyes swept across the hall
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| A whole nation up against the wall
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| This evolution hasn’t changed a bit
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| The straightjackets still a perfect fit
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| Used in numbers to maintain the peace
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| Cruelty is taken in with ease
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| When disagreeing voices start to cry
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| They rot in sonic silence right until they die
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| Words unspoken
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| Of living in the rough
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| Still we’re here…
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| The 20 second century!
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| A medieval tyranny
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| Is watching and dictating
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| All we survey
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| There is an army standing guard
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| To take our hopes and dreams apart
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| The key to survival is stand and obey
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| Art and literature controlled by fire
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| Originators shot by guns for hire
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| The thinking people is a deadly threat
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| To a cold regime so obsoletely led
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| One day you’ll decline
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| And we’ll be first in line
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| To turn off this madness
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| But still we’re here…
|
| The 20 second century!
|
| A medieval tyranny
|
| Is watching and dictating
|
| All we survey
|
| There is an army standing guard
|
| To take our hopes and dreams apart
|
| The key to survival is stand and obey
|
| Still we’re here…
|
| The 20 second century!
|
| A medieval tyranny
|
| Is watching and dictating
|
| All we survey
|
| There is an army standing guard
|
| To take our hopes and dreams apart
|
| The key to survival is stand and obey |