| Don’t stand up for what you believe
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| You might disappear
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| Won’t go get yourself a reprieve
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| From the threat of fear
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| Hope — that dream is fading away
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| And you’re awake in hell
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| Dope won’t make it all go away
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| But you never can tell. |
| .
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| Your death is inevitable
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| Shout, but your voice can’t be heard
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| Your mouth is moving but I can’t make the words. |
| .
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| Fight, but I can’t feel the pain
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| That’s why we call it a game
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| Kill, come on and do it again
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| You’ll make it real, the only question is when
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| Your death — it’s inevitable
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| Your brain — it’s indible
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| Shout, but your voice can’t be hard
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| Your mouth is moving but I can’t make the words. |
| .
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| Fight, but I can’t feel the pain
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| That’s why we call it a game
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| Kill, come on and do it again
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| You’ll make it real, the only question is when
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| Your death — it’s inevitable
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| Your brain — it’s inedible
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| If I were to look inside your head
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| For conviction or truth
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| I’d come back empty-handed
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| Save for one rotten wisdom tooth
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| And if I looked into your heart
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| For peace or enlightenment
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| I’d find a wicked history
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| That not even I could prevent
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| Do you want your life back?
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| Do you want to live? |