If we give the horses blinders
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They won't see the approaching ledge
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Too much time and effort spent on just another bridge
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We trust the local doctor
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We trust the medicine
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Our child gets a scratch
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We give our child a brand new head
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We eat what's on our plate
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We drink what's in our cup
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We like the shiny tv screen
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It spits we lap it up
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And so they push this product
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And they know we'll buy it
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They sing a song
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We hum along
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We sing
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But we don't understand the words to the song
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And they fill our heads
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With sugar coated shit
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Cause there's no need to talk
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When we have medicine
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There's a pill for every fucked up thought
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And a cure for every fucked up child
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When the mind starts running
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Be sure it won't cross the finish line
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And if it wanders
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Bring it back and cage it for some time
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And if it stretches
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It will only one day rip
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To prevent excessive thought
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Just keep it up on the shelf
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And when the shelves are full
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And supplies are short
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And quickly running out
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You've got a thousand mindless zombies
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And terrified horses on your hands
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It was a damn good plan
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It was a damn good plan
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High As A Horse
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Fear Before The March Of Flames |