| There are some who believe
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| everything they say about you
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| And those who don’t believe in anything you do
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| All the ones who doesn’t care
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| Some who will always compare
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| I say fuck it all
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| We’re all the same anyway
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| To all of you people chasing in the crowd
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| Stop dress me in your fucking shirts. |
| Easy shove it away than to clean your
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| skit up.
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| Another day in history will pass unmarked
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| Come on with your proper suits
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| Another day to die. |
| You’re like pigs in a slaughterhouse
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| (Choking on laughter
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| challenge
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| myself to breathe)
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| So why
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| You look in the mirror of truth
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| Do you see your face
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| Are we ready
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| And I could feel my lips moving again
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| Are we still the same
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| Stand in line
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| You’re up next
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| Soon we cover all the murders facing so much greater burdens
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| Ripping out my soul, replacing it with meat
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| Digging stolen pieces of myself into the soil of greed
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| I thought it seemed so rational
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| Sick and tired of this little game we play
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| Feeling how it comes once, like a punch in the face.
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| Are we still the same now?
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| How I tried and everything is still the same
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| We are born through love, you’ll learn to hate with time.
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| You’re a pig in a slaughterhouse
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| (Trustme, you don’t want to die
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| You just don’t wanna live your life like this
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| No one can hide from the trace of
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| humanity)
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| So why
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| You look in the mirror of truth
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| Do you see your face
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| Are we ready
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| And I could feel my lips moving again
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| Are we still the same
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| Stand in line
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| You’re up next |