| I am the coming of a new age
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| past your shit by far
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| I was a puzzle in your sick life,
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| but will never be a piece anymore.
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| because I worked through your fucking bullshit
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| and I worked through your fucking lies
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| now I’m working on the edge
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| with a thousand times the stress,
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| so I can damn you down to size.
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| I worked in your fucking warehouse
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| I worked in your fucking dream
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| I worked on the edge of the product community
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| and found that nothing’s what it seemed
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| I fucking hate you…
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| devy worked in the corner of the piss yard
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| bored and plagued by pain,
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| devy got a taste of the corporate community,
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| and never went back again.
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| I worked for you fucking bastards
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| I worked for your fucking lies
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| I went and pissed away too may fucking opportunities
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| to try and make you fuckers feel right
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| and I fucking hate you…
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| I am the coming of a new age
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| stained we still stand tall
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| I am the coming of a new age
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| and I will never fall
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| I bear the questions of a new time
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| seen but never heard
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| I’ve seen the comings of a new time, get ready…
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| coz here it comes.
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| pushing your incompetance,
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| and racial views aside
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| and never now,
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| until death again, is there anywhere to… hide
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| it starts here my friends,
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| my brothers and sisters,
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| the courage to show what is brave, and not to be weakened
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| to stand it through, by any length
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| to look into the eyes,
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| and have the strength of men who say fuck you
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| I won’t do what you tell me…
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| I don’t care who you are…
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| I’ll never stop believing…
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| and I’ll never be the one who takes the heat in the name
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| of the remorse that isn’t pushed into a hole
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| waiting now, and packing down
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| into the open spaces we must go and not be frightened
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| as children we came,
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| as children we go,
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| so never look behind you, never look behind… fuck you
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| it isn’t a decision.
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| it’s a sign of greater things.
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| and a loss will never matter… |