| You hold it high, belief so pure
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| We fall in line for another cage
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| You live in towers we built for you
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| We live in fear that what you say is true
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| Strength in numbers behind the mask
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| The paint of war, the drum, the lash
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| With the fire we walk the path
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| Under the banner we call the crash
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| There’s nothing here to believe
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| Deity of the machine
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| When it descends from above
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| We can see all the strings
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| It’s faded and obsolete
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| You can’t hold it over me
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| Because there’s nothing above me
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| And there’s nothing within
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| Under the wreckage of all that’s passed
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| Follow the system, we’ll never change
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| You are the ones we won’t combat
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| We won’t resist 'cause freedom is pain
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| Strength in numbers behind the mask
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| The paint of war, the drum, the lash
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| With the fire we walk the path
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| Under the banner we call the crash |