Energy, apathy, becoming one thing controlling
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and numbing the minds of the poor things.
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The struggle becoming a battle you've already lost to discover yourself,
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as a pillar a stucture, but what have you got?
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To defend to repel to begin the resistence that never has ended.
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We live in a world in a nation that can't even fly it's own flag.
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We hang on to the past, with its brutality and division.
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Why cant you just make a decision?
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The future is yours.
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It's not theirs.
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It's not gods.
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It's not anyone's who presumes to own you
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or the thoughts that make an original,
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shift all the subliminal brain massage from the rich man's poet
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whos bright lights will lure your weakness.
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Just keep the guns locked out of reach of the Children.
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Keep the guns locked out of reach!
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Can't you see you're breaking me
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Can't you see you're faking me
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Feel It
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Can't You Feel It
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Can't You Feel It
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Can't You Feel That They've Failed You?
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You're slowing the drugs in your veins are numbing every pain,
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every twinge, every singe from the fire of globalisation,
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you're warming your hands on the bodies of children that learn
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so that MacDonalds can jack their yearly gross earnings
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if it wasn't real it would seem to absurd.
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The fear grows, the fuse blows on just one more bomb
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set by extremists that could have been me or been you.
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A push or a shove when a smile
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or some love would have helped out that kid off his face on his dexies,
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his parents shove down his throat
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so they don't have to divert their attention from making their quota
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or buying that sofa that's just oh so comfy.
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As all the porn pours in vein the Nike channel,
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just keep your guns locked so very far out of reach!
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They've Failed You
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Breaking Me Down With Their Holy Water
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Fight back!
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Feel It
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