Inside me anger builds like a blaze from below
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Mindlessness causing this that is out of control
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Inferior are the thoughts and ideas which you think
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For the light at the end of your tunnel is to late
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Do not taint the ground in which I walk on
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Do not defile, the air in which I intake
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For you and your cortege are disillusioned
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Disciples of this dreadful epidemic
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The intellectual has no meaning, as I lay silently screaming
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for those of simplicity to awake and reach for the edge that I take
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Looking down up from this tower, I watch those shake and cower
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The time shall come and none to soon, when all the frail shall meet their doom
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Let the weak play with weak, let the skilled be by skilled
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Let the sounds that are clear soak in and be filled,
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In the heads and the hearts of the ones that are true
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Like the moon in the sky it will surely shine through
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Do not taint the ground in which I walk on
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Do not defile, the air in which I intake
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For you and your cortege are disillusioned
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Disciples of this dreadful epidemic
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For Your Comprehension
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| Aurora Borealis |
