| Time gives the alarm 'cuz we don’t know if it’s real
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| Traveling along safe ways and cornerstones
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| Sparks are sent out to the radical views to catch fire
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| Behind the smoke screen lurks something more
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| God given
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| Odd — give in
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| What takes you in turns you on
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| Proud living
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| Disgraceful
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| Blind deference we depend on
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| Speak for us we don’t know ourselves
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| Act for us we can’t help ourselves
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| Over-developed with industrialized fears
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| Consuming shuts us up no matter what the cost
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| Spoon-feeding, breeding to bring uniqueness into line
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| You can believe in gods or miracles, crap — you’ve been told
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| Cut!
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| Your veil of oblivion
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| Cut principles we’re counting on
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| Your absurd opinions
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| Self-parody has begun
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| Don’t speak for us we do know ourselves
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| Don’t act for us we can help ourselves
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| How low can we get without seeping rage?
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| Are we feeling good in this idiot cage?
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| We give everything, everything to the bone
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| No inciting voice kills the fire in our cracked souls
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| We burn for a peaceful coexistence, turn
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| We’ve got to play this
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| Second-rate act
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| The storyline we bet was wrong
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| Your lack of wit
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| We’ll compensate it
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| What challenges — turns us on
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| We won’t turn the weapons on ourselves
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| Do it yourselves! |