| Feed on society
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| The world as an object whole
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| The souls of the living
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| Mass communicate drugged
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| Rebuild the fear again with hopeless dreams
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| To manipulate the hope
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| The sense of reality has succumb to emotion
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| So we urge toward the glass
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| Turn to this media like a moth to the flame
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| Power to control
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| Control the masses
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| Marching toward the shores
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| And they lead the way
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| Pierce the heart
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| Pierce to the seed of it with a string of addiction
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| Bought in cold led to these false ideals with the thoughts of greed
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| This is not what you feel
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| The truth is reality
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| Over extend the senses
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| Numb the mind
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| Numb for the feeding its our lives they bleed
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| Fear our souls
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| Fear the reverse of the great opiate
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| Glory we hold to the creator
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| Beyond partitions, beyond common tongue, to depth of our being, who will fight
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| the wake
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| Power to control
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| Control the masses
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| Marching to the shores and they lead the way
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| Feed on the world a whole the souls of the living
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| Not what
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| This is not what you feel the truth’s reality
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| In the thoughts in the lives that have failed we hide ourselves
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| Try to find our way
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| Search for purpose without any end
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| In the thoughts in the lives that have failed
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| We hide ourselves
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| Try to find our way
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| Know for certain your eternity
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| In the fear in the pain that is felt
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| We hide ourselves
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| Who will fight the wake
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| Fear the reverse of the great opiate |