Your money isn't power so forget the green
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Its just feeding the fuel
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What makes the world go round?
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The same thing that lights the flame to burn it down
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Its a capitol branwash you must have avouch
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Call it your purse, more like suicide pouch
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Paper ain't a mean to pacify
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When your wisdom is in your wallet you can kiss your ass good-bye
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Rectify, this living policy is shit
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And all its lies got you choking on your own spit
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The seam has split, so spit or swallow
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But your lead i'll never follow
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So you can wallow in your own chaotic world
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A puzzle pieced by our imperfections
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Close your eyes, seal your lips, walk in fear
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Now do you see what i can see?
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Can you hear what I hear?
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Your fucking trophies, your sexual treasures
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Just hide the pain beneath your simple pleasures
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Desperate measures for desperate times
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Searching for answers it won't let you find
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It seeks to bind and then steal tomarrow
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Your heart is hallow, your mind is fried
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Soul is void, flat-lines will never lie
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(chorus)
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Despite your actions i will persevere
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Now do you see what I see?
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Can you hear what I hear?
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Hate, rage, greed, sin
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Ripples in the water, wrinkles in the skin
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Our own little perfect world
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A puzzle pieced by our imperfections
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We see no evil, we hear no evil
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We're all just victims of a perfect world
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Perfect World
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