The door stands open -
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Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night.
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Alone, the possibilities are enormous.
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Step outside and parasites, deprived of their meat, wait to suck on tiring flesh,
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Unending statistics that fatten leaders, prisoners of their morality.
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Afraid of death, we can not save ourselves.
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To breathe is not enough.
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Yes sir, I Will.
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When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
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Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
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It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
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Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night.
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You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence,
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Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence
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Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
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Seeing it but not being touched by it.
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Words sometimes don't seem to mean much;
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Of anyone we've used more that most.
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Feelings from the heart that have been distorted and mocked,
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Thrown around in the spectacle, the grand social circus.
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*
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Up against the rows of grey robots who control our lives
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The things we have to offer sometimes seem so frail.
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As they plan destruction and gain respectability,
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We offer our creativity and are made outcasts.
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*
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We didn't expect to find ourselves playing this part,
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We were concerned with ideas, not rock and roll,
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But we can't avoid that arena,
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It's become a part of us even if we don't understand it.
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In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs.
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What is it that we sing then?
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Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that,
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Everything that we write is a love song.
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We look for alternatives,
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But the enormous power of the media makes it so difficult
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To establish foundations. Their lies and distortions are so extreme
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That everything becomes poisoned and corrupted.
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We can become media personalities, but it is always on their terms.
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We're tired of living up to other people's expectations when our own are so much higher.
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Intelligence seems so easily dismissed when it doesn't conform to mainstream values.
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Lennon said "They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool",
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He was right. Social intelligence merely requires agreement and compromise.
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The boundaries are becoming narrower as the State becomes more paranoid.
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Under authoritarian rule, conformity becomes the only security.
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Fear is a powerful weapon against human development.
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Cowering in our temples of self there's little chance of change;
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The State is aware of that. The bomb serves many functions.
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If fear of the omnipotent God is no more,
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The nuclear Father will govern with his shepherd's crook,
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Drawing his flock closer to the valley of the shadow of death.
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Those of us who stand out against the status quo
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Do so against all odds.
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We cling so closely together
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Because we have little other than ourselves.
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Critics say that it's just punk rock or that we're just naive anarchists.
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They hope to discredit us with their labels and definitions.
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Throughout history societies have condemned those who are later celebrated as heroes,
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In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
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Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
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Why is it that the kind and gentle are subjected to violence and riducule?
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How is it that the small and mealy-minded have gained so much power?
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What perversion has taken place that we are governed by fools?
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We've had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs.
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They've tried to ban our records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
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Fuck them. I hope we are.
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What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them their voice?
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For fucks sake, who are these lobotomists?
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As if walls only had one side.
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Whispered intimacies might not get through,
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But cries of anguish know no barriers.
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But how long do we shout for?
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Denied the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what |