First thing: they hypnotize.
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Now open up your eyes.
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Next comes total control.
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We’re fine until we all succumb to it.
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This is a threat.
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Our feeble minds will now commit.
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Where do we draw the line?
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When do we realize we share that common goal?
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But most of us will never know of it; force of habit.
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Our fragile lives we now commit.
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(Hollow! Hollow!) Go down that beaten road.
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What’s left inside your soul?
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We never meant for this to be. Sacrificed to the machine.
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And so it goes. Do you mind your own?
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Think just for a moment,
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but now that moment’s gone.
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Was anything accomplished or are we moving on?
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Questions exceed the answers, and logic’s never right.
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When borrowing ambition, you’ve got to keep that cup held tight
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because we’re relying on others, and others’ spoken words.
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Camouflage is easier than breaking from the herd.
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Everything around us is a fabricated life.
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They want us unprotected as we march ourselves alone into the night.
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And so we find another hero: One for our time.
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Fear the unknown.
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How do you pray?
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Are we better off that way: Not knowing?
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Take time and find out on your own where to go.
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Autopilot: Mind The Masses
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