Did we ever have the thought to wonder why,
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that happenstance, the bliss,
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the blinding eyes, are under their control.
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We feel the fright, inside, we walk away,
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the pockets passions price we have to pay.
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Is under their contorol.
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Don't become a victim, waste away, los your soul.
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Now sing it back to me.
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We are the slaves, the mass the undermined,
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the rotting future and the darkended mind.
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We're under their control.
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We are the broke, the lost, provincial tame,
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the status quo that leaves us all ashamed.
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We're under their control.
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Don't become a victim, waste asway, lose your soul.
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Nothing matters.
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Our love and our lives hang in balance,
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and we don't understand where our choices lay.
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And we want, but its just as fun to hate yourself, when nothing matters.
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We feel inside, awake we have to try,
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to steal our fate back from the dollar signs.
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Not under their control.
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We make a wave, a light, exploding time,
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we climb together to make hearts aligned.
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Not under their control.
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Don't become a victim, waste away, lose your soul.
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Nothing matters.
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Our love and our lives hang in balance,
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and we don't understand where our choices lay.
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And we want, but it's just as fun to hate yourself, when nothing matters.
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Didn't we go, did we go, did we go insane.
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Didn't we go, didn't we move faster to sleep than to change.
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I dont' wait for change. I rectify.
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Don't we need a change, tear free from their control.
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Don't we need a change from this shallow fucking grave?
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Control
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Pipedown |