| With empty minds and vacant stares
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| Our lifeless generation is drawn
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| Toward the illusions of endless offered bait
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| The same selective vision
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| Let boxcars carry millions to their cremation
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| Inaction masked by pseudo satisfaction
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| So many lives have burned away
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| «another night with nothing to do» is an infection
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| When anger has no motive and force has no direction
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| A lack of self control invites every distraction
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| From the holocausts we’d see and a world in agony
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| 1944 through 1998: children dead at Birkenau
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| Or Tbetans laid to waste
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| Excuses become our legacy
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| Postponing introspection through denial and self rejection
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| There is no inevitable oppresiion
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| We are digging our own graves
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| Afraid of what we feel so our lives remain the same
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| Uphold the status quo as if there’s someone else to blame
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| Who will cast away our ashes after we’ve thrown
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| Ourselves into the flames?
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| «i can always do it tomorrow»
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| Well you might as well be dead today
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| This is my revolution
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| The epitaph of our collective grave will read that
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| «work never made us free»
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| Our strength maintained by never giving in
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| We have so much to lose so little time left to begin
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| For even when we’re gone
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| The effects of our legacy will still remain
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| So we’ve got to break it
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| In time alone as the years go by what i feel can’t be denied
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| When tension builds and nothing gets changed
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| I strive to understand and redefine this rage
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| And fight for a new legacy |