| Well I’m no longer waiting for the daylight to go and fade.
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| While puppets pretend to be debating, the cost of breathing will inflate,
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| evermore.
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| Hold on to air that’s getting lost.
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| Staged attacks make them a killing from the threat they keep instilled while
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| the chemtrails continue illing and the textbooks keep our youth chilled.
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| Need no lore.
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| Your secrets all have washed ashore.
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| It’s enough to turn your stomach out, if you’ve got the sense to open your ears
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| to the sound.
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| Fuck complacency and fuck our doubt.
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| We’re spitting blood to make up for all of those that couldn’t shout when we
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| say we’ve had enough.
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| The elite continue drilling through the black and red that spilled.
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| Naive feet will foot the billing until the bottom line is filled, evermore.
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| But now your shoes have marked the floor.
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| It’s enough to turn your stomach out, if you’ve got the sense to open your ears
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| to the sound.
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| Fuck complacency and fuck our doubt.
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| We’re spitting blood to make up for all of those that couldn’t shout when we
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| say we’ve had enough.
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| You try to cover all this up with doctored news, but the pills are sweet.
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| I’ve read the news with sooth.
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| So here I stand up now, eyesight blurred but I cite right.
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| What we lack in strength, we make up with our minds. |