Your traps are all baited
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your scales are all weighted
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but not resisting you would surely drive me insane
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so im caught and convicted,
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my rights are restricted
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the imbecile dynasty continues to reign
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your apathy of thought
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has lead you to believe
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that things are what they're not
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my friend you've been decieved
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the easiest route rarely leads to the truth
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i see the self approval glaze your eyes
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you know you're right
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no need to worry why
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a thousand stones remain unturned
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in the wake of your unquestioned answers
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and truth covered lies
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traditions some bear
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idly without out a care
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but are determined that they stand unchanged
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and those who choose to rebel
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just to raise up some hell
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tell me what are you hoping to gain
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i cant reason with you
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i speak words you can't hear
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social conditioning left you with deafened ears
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so i take your face in hand
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see that look in your eyes
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that rigormortis stare,
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that look that i despise
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and so i turn from you
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i walk these streets alone
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alone i search for truth
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ideal that you've disowned
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and wait with fingers crossed
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and pray you'll someday find
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a way to see things though your own eyes
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Unquestioned Answers
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