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with empty minds and vacant stares
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our lifeless generation is drawn
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toward the illusions of endless offered bait
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the same selective vision
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let boxcars carry millions to their cremation
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inaction masked by pseudo satisfaction
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so many lives have burned away
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"another night with nothing to do" is an infection
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when anger has no motive and force has no direction
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a lack of self control invites every distraction
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from the holocausts we'd see and a world in agony
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1944 through 1998: children dead at Birkenau
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or Tbetans laid to waste
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excuses become our legacy
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postponing introspection through denial and self rejection
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there is no inevitable oppresiion
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we are digging our own graves
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afraid of what we feel so our lives remain the same
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uphold the status quo as if there's someone else to blame
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who will cast away our ashes after we've thrown
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ourselves into the flames?
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"i can always do it tomorrow"
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well you might as well be dead today
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this is my revolution
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the epitaph of our collective grave will read that
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"work never made us free"
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our strength maintained by never giving in
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we have so much to lose so little time left to begin
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for even when we're gone
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the effects of our legacy will still remain
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so we've got to break it
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in time alone as the years go by what i feel can't be denied
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when tension builds and nothing gets changed
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i strive to understand and redefine this rage
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and fight for a new legacy
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Legacy
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