| Are they smiling as their fabrics of death are received?
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| Do they welcome our apathy?
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| Are we feeding on their violence as we borrow our voice
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| To a consented tyranny?
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| Every step from here is a step too far but it’s far enough to ignore
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| Have we already made our peace with the furious forces of war?
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| Export, expand, accelerate, exteriorate the collapse
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| We accept that they kill the distant innocent in our place
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| There’s nothing you can see here that’s not payed for in blood
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| Are we blinded or are we ashamed to face the utter disgrace?
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| We are the beating heart in the body of the monster
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| We are the inertia at the center of the confounded eye of the storm
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| We are the blind spot in a pastiche of destruction
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| As long as we stay silent for nobody there will be calm
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| There is no place we are given to elude the fingers of corruption
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| Chaos is not caused by subversion
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| It is a force from above
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| Terror is not the path of rebellion
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| It is a function of domination
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| Domination
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| Terror is a measure of maintenance
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| Why don’t we see that this system is fouling from the inside out?
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| It’s hollow yet, the fraud is getting old
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| This is the land where peace is bought and war is sold
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| Hostage
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| Hostage to the empire
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| We believe we are alive
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| But we are hostage to the walking dead
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| We are the beating heart in the body of the monster
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| Hopelessness is sold as privilege of the rich
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| Our cynicism is our daily bread
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| We believe we are alive
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| But we are hostage to the walking dead
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| Life is bought and death is sold
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| We are the beating heart in the body of the monster
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| We are the inertia at the center of the confounded eye of the storm
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| Every step from here is a step too far
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| Have we already made our peace
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| With the forces of war?
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| Hostage
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| Hostage to the empire
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| We believe we are alive
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| But we’re complicit with the walking dead
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| Cynicism is our daily bread |