| Millions of minds press opinions like they’re gospel
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| (as facts and figures find ill-fated decay)
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| And all the pushers stand in line, so vaingloriously hostile
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| (if they had their way, we’d have no escape)
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| So I beg for rationale in the midst of all the rage
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| But I’m met with reduction again
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| I offend before I’ve opened my mouth
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| To resent, I present: there’s nothing pleasant to say
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| (Paradise has gifted us these convoluted interrupts that interrupt real life)
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| I can’t believe my eyes
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| The truth’s no longer deified
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| Instead we wade the wreckage of this
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| False information that you can’t deny
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| Tell me this isn’t real life
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| Did you believe it? |
| Can you unsee it?
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| It isn’t difficult to scribe a scheme
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| If you manage to master the subtleties of doublespeak
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| But I can’t keep up, no, the stories creep up
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| Hell, I’m not invincible to tricks that treat
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| The believer appeased with deceit to boost their dignity
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| (Paradise has gifted us these convoluted interrupts that interrupt real life)
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| I can’t believe my eyes
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| The truth’s no longer deified
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| Instead we wade the wreckage of this
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| False information that you can’t deny
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| Tell me this isn’t real life
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| Could it be, maybe we, are responsible for sleeping while
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| Our enemies achieve the ends to all their means?
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| Could it be, maybe we, are responsible for sleeping while
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| Our enemies achieve the ends to all their means?
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| (Blame paradise for giving us these ways to stay oblivious; deliriously glued
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| to all our interrupts that interrupt real…)
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| I can’t believe my eyes
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| The truth’s no longer deified
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| Instead we wade the wreckage of this
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| False information that you can’t deny
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| A fantasy that aches to acidify
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| And still, it spreads like a wild fire
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| Too many lies on which we rely
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| Tell me this isn’t real… |