| Some times I think that anything
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| Would be better than this
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| Inside my shrine no one’s allowed
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| Hidden from passersby
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| Cerebral shelter from this world
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| Safe from this hell
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| You need no eyes.
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| To see the injustice
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| And breathe in the lies
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| Some times I think that anything
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| Would be better than this
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| Inside my shrine no one’s allowed
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| Hidden from passersby
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| Cerebral shelter from this world
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| Feeling bad is not enough to feed the starving
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| Or call their bluff
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| Getting mad is not a way to aid the helpless
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| Who die each day
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| To make a difference we’d have to rebel
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| Against the system that’s not treating us well
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| Against all religions who set us apart
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| Through hate and through fear you won’t win my heart
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| Against mediocrity which says it’s OK
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| To be wrong, go along, and have nothing to say
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| And against all the people who by bringing you
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| Down feel so right and important but their tongues are brown
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| Some times I think that anything
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| Would be better than this
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| Inside my shrine no one’s allowed
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| Hidden from passersby
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| Cerebral shelter from this world
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| Safe from this hell
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| You need no eyes.
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| To see the injustice
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| And breathe in the lies. |