| Plastic leaders seem like insects, tortured cities lost beyond
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| Pleasure films of landscape, dirt on royal gowns
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| The man said to cop, «Religion, all I want is peace»
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| He said, «This was the land of freedom but it’s not for free»
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| But I found the answers
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| But I found the answers
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| Yeah, to the problems they’re in my head
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| Man destroy the system
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| Heavy metal fire fading, lost again until the dawn
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| Psychedelic friction healing statues carved from Gods
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| Searching for our true believers, please count me as one
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| But you know I can’t be your savior 'cause I need my own
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| But I found the answers
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| But I found the answers
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| Yeah, to the problems they’re in my head
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| Man kill the administration
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| Heavy metal fire fading, lost again until the dawn
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| Little sister, she’s been saying plastic prayers to God
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| Heavy metal fire fading, lost again until the dawn
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| Little sister, she’s been saying plastic prayers to God
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| Find the answers, yeah, to your problems
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| Find the answers, yeah, to your problems
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| I’ve laid down Lord, I’ve laid down, Lord
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| Visualizing a cool breeze demolition
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| And sacred fevers on rivers weeping insanity
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| Builders of cities, destroyers of worlds
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| Kings of extinction, I am no longer yours |