Don't ask me why. The reasons couldn't be any more apparent from the
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Children born into addictions from the conscience their mothers lacked.
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Kidnapped from their minds by a substance made to corrupt and destroy,
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Leaving any will they once had splintered shards on the floor.
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And I'm the one who's crazy? Something here has got to give.
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I'm the one who's crazy? When will this insanity end?
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How many more reasons do you need as a person makes violence their only
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Means,
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Gunning down for the money to silence the hunger in their veins.
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And I'm the one who's crazy? Something here has to give.
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I'm the one who's crazy? When will this insanity end?
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It's all too clear as another person sells themselves to feed the monster
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That keeps them on their knees.
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And you think I'm the one who's crazy?
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Don't ask me why. Just take a long fucking look around.
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See the sickness born from this, their human qualities have now been
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Stripped, and your future thrown away.
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And your future thrown away. Threw it all away.
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I'd rather be crazy if this is what you call sane.
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No One Writes Protest Songs Anymore
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