| For a change
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| Take a look at yourself
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| Cause I see
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| The way you look at me
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| Living on the same land
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| Breathing the same air
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| We were born
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| In the same place
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| But raised in a different way
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| In the end
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| You and I
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| We’re made of the same flesh
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| So keep your fucking disdain
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| Wealth is not what you seem to think
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| I’ve never seen a hearse followed by a safe
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| Wealth is so much more than this
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| But you don’t seem to understand
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| Overflowing pockets
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| But you’re so fucking empty
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| Drowning in your arrogance
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| I swear you’ll never fool me
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| Born in silk
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| Born in straw
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| Everyone has a path to draw
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| Heir to the throne
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| Farmer’s son
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| We’ll all end up at the same point
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| Silk or straw
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| Yet the soil beneath is stronger than us all
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| Pulling the strings in the shadow
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| We can see through your disguise
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| And when the final judgement starts
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| Well trust me, you will face the facts
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| A divided structure
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| Led by men with no face, no heart
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| From the top of their silver tower
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| Watching us all fall apart
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| The day will come
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| The shelter will turn to mausoleum
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| Man is a wolf to man
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| You can’t run
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| You can’t hide
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| For the reaper picks no side
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| Made of silk
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| Made of straw
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| Everyone has a path to draw
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| Heir to the throne
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| Farmer’s son
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| We’ll all end up at the same point
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| Silk or straw
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| Doomed, crushed, plagued
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| Under the pressure to succeed
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| Worship the breach in social classes
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| United only by a common fear |