| They are our opinion
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| They are hunting us
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| Unknown power of dominion
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| In which we blindly trust
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| They are elusive, distort the yin and yang
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| We acknowledge as fast as we can
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| Our freedom, is singularity
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| We are the puppets of heresy
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| Broken, with arms wide open
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| I am still walking
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| The path that leads to nowhere
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| We are the puppets of heresy
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| We got used to it, we’re blind to see
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| We are the puppets of heresy
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| We follow footsteps
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| Hold us blind and make our day
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| Even the architects got lost in the maze
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| Define our imposed values
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| Fulfill our hungry thoughts
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| Bombardment of influence
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| Like a magnet bound to be:
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| Broken, with arms wide open
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| I am still walking
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| The path that leads to nowhere
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| Trying to find the way
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| To get through these times
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| I’m trying to find the way
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| I’m trying to find the way
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| To get through these times
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| I’m trying to find the way, I’m willing to find
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| That your path is mine
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| Trying to find the way
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| To get through these times
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| I’m trying to find the way |