| Do me a favor, make it sooner rather than later
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| Follow me with a sense of pride
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| A fool’s errand held you back
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| Like it was a place to belong
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| Nameless for all to forget
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| Some things never change
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| Rabid dogs on short chains
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| At least the end of a phase
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| Time to conform to this change
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| A fear feeds back in repeat approach
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| Locking doors to fears of lonesome times
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| Encompass our abandonment in works toward mutual conflict
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| Committed to meet the defense of these counterfeit actions
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| People never count their own flaws when comparing social status
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| In grips of frustration work for a goal of satisfying tempers
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| Days get closer
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| Time runs dry
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| Tighter and constricting stress on the brain
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| Teeth in tongue
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| Your words unsung
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| Questioning the devotion of a lifelong choice
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| Apathetic controversies of the weak for this helpless day
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| Victims of this self resistance, not standing up to this mistake
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| Inclination of tradition that instills a shallow taste in life
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| Out of this abyss of childhood innocence
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| Psychotic episode of this negligence
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| Be a man, pull the trigger
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| Abandonment of self destruction
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| Murdering beliefs in defiance of freedom
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| The bonus is far too little to give up blood
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| Reclaiming what things need to stand for
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| These apathetic moments, art of deceiving
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| Tyrant feelings in the turnstiles of consumption
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| Practice what you preach is such a glutton’s term
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| Ignored all evidence of a declining ambition
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| Who is the one that should be law?
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| Would we follow? | 
| Would we fall?
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| Trusting leaders with blind ideas
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| Feeding this system with our own blood and tears
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| Absent in this argument
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| Can’t even imagine, truth be told
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| You’d do it if you had the balls
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| This choice in your course of action
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| Like a dog on all fours
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| Now crawling back for remorse
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| Use the same conviction with dying lips |