Waging war on the arms race of sound
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Turn it down Pull the plug
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Imminent surrender
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Ringing in the new Dark Age
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Shut down the noise-aholics
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Put down the quiet-ophobics
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In a daydream of peace
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In a calmness too brief
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My lullaby is killing
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My lullaby be stilling
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It could be such sweet silence
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From static from violence from...
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Volume is the modern currency
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Everyone competing for air space
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Everybody's dumb
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Shouting muddled words as though they're deaf
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Big brother isn't watching anymore
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He knows we are distracted and absorbed
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Broadcasting our grief Our imagination's atrophied
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We can't think
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If I could sing them all to sleep
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If I could sing myself deaf
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Wouldn't it be lovely?
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Doesn't it sound perfect?
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Every generation hates the next
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I will save the millions from a slow insufferable death
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I'll put them to sleep
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Save them from progressive misery
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I'm counting
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If I could sing myself to sleep
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If I could sing myself deaf
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Wouldn't it be lovely?
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Doesn't it sound perfect?
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My lullaby is killing
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My lullaby be stilling
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Memorized, involuntary
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I think I can change the world
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Something is wrong, somthings got to change
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The System, there's too many people against it
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(Guitar Solo)
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Lullaby
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Lagwagon |