oo many lies when I was seventeen
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And now I'm keeping up time with you
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Short sounds of apocalypse
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And my world's torn out of view
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It's always the same
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They want to lock you down inside
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They won't let you try
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I realize it's all the same when the lights dim down to pray
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Through the eyes we paralyze but the world won't stop today
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Did you rise for someone else?
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Were you afraid to be yourself?
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We've waited all our lives for the chance to come undone
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We spit asides and we ruminate
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About the false sense of it all
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Life's short and the spirit falters
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All the weak will do is crawl
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In broken time
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To conclusions we've assigned
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We sacrifice and burn
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To steal convention all away
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We try to paint the future
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Somehow we sterilize today
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With an audience complicit
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We change the lies to gold
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In our septic disaffection
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Still function as we're told
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As we're told
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Too Loose
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| Only Crime |
