| A false hope for opulence
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| Ignoring these patterns of violence
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| We tie our own hands
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| Rendering ourselves defenseless
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| Replacing the truth in exchange for a fabricated reality
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| Live and die for this dream
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| Your silence is deafening
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| Your neutrality is just an excuse for apathy
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| The scapegoat is in place
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| Misdirected anger, misguided rage
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| We ignore the true enemy, choking on our good intentions
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| See through opened eyes
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| For once in your coddled life
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| Will you take a firm stance?
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| Though this reality is hard to digest
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| Or will you bash your head against the stone and die a cowards death? |