See the buildings rising up
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See the buildings crumble down
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Hear a million voices scream for silence
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Automated tasks, Repetition beat into the ground
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All these great things that we¡¯ve made
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Sewn with rotten string
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Destined for defeat right from the beginning
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You can¡¯t learn from past mistakes
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unless you admit they¡¯re made
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There¡¯s more to history
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than the Cliff Notes we all read in second grade
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The biggest criminals in town
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can be spotted fairly quick
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They like to dress in dark blue suits
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and carry nightsticks
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Make people feel warm and safe
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Intimidate and isolate
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The elegant sip chardonnay, Put on a happy face
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Days filled with consumption and desolate space
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You can hire one thousand slaves
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to build this house for you
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Or you can utilize your own tools
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These nails can build anything we want them to
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Let¡¯s build a place where we can choose
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the lives we¡¯re living
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Nails
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The Honor System |