| Your traps are all baited
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| your scales are all weighted
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| but not resisting you would surely drive me insane
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| so im caught and convicted,
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| my rights are restricted
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| the imbecile dynasty continues to reign
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| your apathy of thought
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| has lead you to believe
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| that things are what they’re not
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| my friend you’ve been decieved
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| the easiest route rarely leads to the truth
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| i see the self approval glaze your eyes
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| you know you’re right
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| no need to worry why
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| a thousand stones remain unturned
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| in the wake of your unquestioned answers
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| and truth covered lies
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| traditions some bear
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| idly without out a care
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| but are determined that they stand unchanged
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| and those who choose to rebel
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| just to raise up some hell
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| tell me what are you hoping to gain
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| i cant reason with you
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| i speak words you can’t hear
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| social conditioning left you with deafened ears
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| so i take your face in hand
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| see that look in your eyes
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| that rigormortis stare,
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| that look that i despise
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| and so i turn from you
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| i walk these streets alone
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| alone i search for truth
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| ideal that you’ve disowned
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| and wait with fingers crossed
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| and pray you’ll someday find
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| a way to see things though your own eyes |