| Is this a riot or a crisis or a little bit of both?
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| Are we laughing? |
| Are we crying? |
| Either way I hope we choke
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| All the futures we’re denying 'cos there’s no such thing as hope
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| It goes on and on and on
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| But all the bright lights are still flashing on the pretty people acting on the
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| movie screens
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| And I’m still looking for
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| Clarity, clarity, can anybody offer me honesty?
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| Don’t tell me who I want to be, 'cos all I need’s Identity
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| (Woah-oh-oh)
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| Bury me underneath the weight of your conformity, it’s killing me
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| So give me a name, I’ll figure it out
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| String me up, don’t let me be another face in your crowd
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| Don’t wanna be (no!)
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| A part of your crisis
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| Is this thing on?
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| With the filters applied, the anxiety dies
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| For the thousands with quick fix wool over their eyes
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| And I, won’t say I’m surprised when they search for some meaning and question
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| their lives
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| Your gated community’s under scrutiny
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| But with a wrecking ball we’ll expose you all for the whole world to see
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| (So won’t you give me some)
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| Clarity, clarity, can anybody offer me honesty?
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| Don’t tell me who I want to be, 'cos all I need’s Identity
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| (Woah-oh-oh)
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| Bury me underneath the weight of your conformity; |
| it’s killing me
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| So give me a name, I’ll figure it out
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| String me up, don’t let me be another face in your crowd
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| Alright!
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| Crisis!
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| Gimme some god damn
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| Clarity, clarity, can anybody offer me honesty?
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| Don’t tell me who I want to be, 'cos all I need’s Identity
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| (Woah-oh-oh)
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| Bury me underneath the weight of your conformity, it’s killing me
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| So give me a name, I’ll figure it out
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| String me up, don’t let me be another face in your crowd
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| Don’t wanna be (no!)
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| A part of your crisis |