| Who’s out triggering the soft alarm?
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| Barbed the entrance: now, I wanna know
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| Who’s there feeding?
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| I want a name, I want a name
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| Just mouth it, that’s fine
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| The hollow throws its lousy drone
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| And you don’t want to breathe
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| But you’ll talk
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| Now, absolute the zero count
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| Zero morphism, its arrowed frame
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| Whose count’s empty?
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| I want a name, I want your name
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| Just write it, that’s fine
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| The strength you’ve grown is monotone
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| But now, I’ve turned the key
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| And you can’t call out again
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| Gather 'round, so empty now
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| All you’ve got is spineless sound
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| I want the truth
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| Even if I gotta rip it from you
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| Who’s out feeding?
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| I fed the same
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| So they took my name
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| And I put up no fight
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| The void you throw is all you know
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| You watch me turn a key
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| How like you, to shirk away
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| A sonar’s rounds
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| Me, I just cloister up against its shouts
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| Gather 'round, so empty now
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| All you’ve got is spineless sound
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| I want the truth
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| Even if I gotta rip it from you
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| But you’ve still got your sound
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| And I see you staring down
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| I want a name
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| Even though you spoiled the one I came with |