| Are you the caster of shadows in light?
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| You’re shackling their hearts
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| You’re weakening their knees
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| Are you the master of what they should believe?
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| Projecting through the airways on everybody’s screen
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| Call the captain!
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| Another mercenary
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| He went against the social rules of this society
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| So walk the plank! |
| Yea!
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| Throw him overboard! |
| No!
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| Wash his name in mud, yea!
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| Let him see who’s in charge
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| Quick get a bucket, the water is coming in
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| You better be quick because the water’s red
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| We might just have to swim
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| The sharks are circling round, lapping up the fear
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| Could the black sheep of society now drown in his own tears?
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| Full moon
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| No need for flowers in your hair
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| Full moon
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| Broken beyond all repair
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| Walking like zombies
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| Hold on to our screens
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| Priming the poison
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| Swallow to conform
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| Fear and danger!
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| They got to plant the seeds
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| This vulture headed culture fed on negativity
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| Yes there is evil
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| And humanity is flawed
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| Is it getting worse? |
| You tell me hope is now forlorn
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| Scandal mongers
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| Everywhere you see
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| They seem thrive on the demise of every falling leaf
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| There is sinking sand
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| And underneath a pit
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| Of all the sunken dreams they have seen swallowed into it
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| For all the good that happens
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| And for the magic of this world
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| Why do we not focus on positivity here first?
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| They’re on another witch hunt, can’t even be sure
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| The riddles of humanity
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| Seeking out to scorn
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| Full moon
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| No need for flowers in your hair
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| Full moon
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| Broken beyond all repair
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| Walking like zombies
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| Hold on to our screens
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| Priming the poison
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| Swallow to conform
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| Character destruction for the entire whole world to see
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| Make sure the main focus is on negativity
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| The riddles of humanity there’s really nothing like it
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| Spinning round in circles trying to seep within a wound
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| They are all wishing for the worst
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| Waiting for the bubbles to burst
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| Wishing for the worst
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| Waiting, waiting for your bubbles to burst
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| Casting shadows, shaping waves
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| The viscous circle spins around then falls under the floor
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| Profiteers of misery
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| Why does it always turn out this way
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| Profiteers of misery
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| Why does it have to be this way |