Hey, look how heads poisoned by power are hidden in the sand.
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Hey, you, look how the temple is looking at their polished muzzle.
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Hey you, don't sleep, your eyes want to see how the world will end.
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A world where someone was baptized by a target, and someone was invited to this shooting range.
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Hey, you, look, wonder how the Earth is filled with goodness.
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But for some reason, all actions and views were thoroughly saturated with shit.
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Hey, you, you want to believe them: the lying buffoons of the television.
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Where someone lies, they follow a solid road, you follow a dotted road.
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And I close my eyes. |
I don't want to see anymore.
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In a world where a lie cuts the truth like a knife into pieces,
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And she hopes to survive.
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Hey you, do you hear that laughter at the feast during the plague?
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Hey you, can you hear the groan behind the steel bars of the prison?
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Leaders, spitting into microphones, read from the script of lies.
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Someone will begin to pop the cream with spoons, and someone dry cakes.
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Hey, listen, how did greed drown out honor with the sound of coins?
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How, born of the coward's loyalty, frankness replaced flattery.
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Hey you, you listen to the liars of the impurity frequencies of the radio ether.
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Where someone lies, they follow a solid road, you follow a dotted road.
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And I close my ears. |
I don't want to hear anymore.
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In a world where a lie cuts the truth like a knife into pieces,
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But she hopes to survive.
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And I close my eyes. |
I close my ears.
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I don't want to face lies, and I don't want to listen to them. |