| Fishing for the truth
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| Taking in everything
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| Searching for the unknown
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| Trying for just anything
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| Peel the layers back
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| Exposing all that’s not seen
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| Strip down to the bone
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| Open up your T.V. screen
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| Scratching at the surface your frozen under ice
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| Trying as you may to grasp, cut, and slice
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| Losing yourself in a world thats not your own
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| Lashing at the atrocities that you cannot condone
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| Then the static buzz rears its ugly head
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| The man in the reflection says your better off dead
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| After this and more is done and said
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| You must… take back your life!
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| Freedom is a precious gift
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| A gift you think you have
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| But when you trap yourself like this
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| Freedom turns its back
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| They take away your freedoms
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| One by one by one
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| Why the fuck should I care
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| If you can no longer see the sun?
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| Does it hurt to sit there on the couch
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| With a cattle prod up your ass?
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| Or do you feel a bit confused
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| When they herd you into mass?
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| Or do you think you’re normal
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| With a house, three kids and wife?
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| Do you realize what slipped away from you?
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| You must… take back your life
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| Then the static buzz rears its ugly head
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| And the man in the reflection says your better off dead
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| After this and more is done and said
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| You must… Take back your life! |