| To walk among the human herd
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| To see the mark of our degeneration
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| Stagnant and dazed, we but relent
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| To break the strain of our self-enforcing schemes
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| Now our future is tantamount to past
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| A dead-end race with a leaning for despise
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| Immobilism: our final goal
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| With corrupt bodies free to assume all control
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| To confuse truth and judgment
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| To observe the world with blinded eyes
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| To coronate intolerance
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| We only swallow changeless lies
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| We seem so eager to dissent
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| Yet through inaction we but approve each restraint
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| We keep on begging «please govern us»
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| Freedom’s abridged, utopia is distrust
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| We are condemn to fail controlling our very lives
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| To endure through denial
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| We could let the world burn and watch each other die
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| Consternation made us unconcerned
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| With enforced discipline we but forfeit our very pride
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| We require low sustenance: to be kept entertained,
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| To feel secure and feed
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| Deprivation is our single fear
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| How can we feel betrayed when we yield in front
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| Of any sign of change?
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| We keep on running away
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| We are far too scared to ever become self-contained |