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In the shadow of our industry |
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we constructed all these big machines |
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symbolizing what we want to be |
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superpowers of insanity |
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Accepting all of this bureaucracy |
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content to be another wannabe |
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obscured by all of this complexity |
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consumed as fuel for even bigger dreams |
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Little voices saying please sign here |
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you know these children are too young my dear |
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and the endless sound of moving parts |
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replaced the rhythm of their strained hearts |
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While the wheels continue turning |
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We still believe in sold out learning |
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in the center are these blinded eyes |
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masked by a melted fire out of ice |
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Answers finally came to me |
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inside a plastic strawberry |
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Creeping through your cancered skin |
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Remember that your life is a sin |
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Lost like a heartbeat |
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we will never hear |
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Caught by the house of coldness |
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we all fear |
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And in our blindness we can't see |
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the ghost of all we used to be |
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In the daylight of our destiny |
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Swimming in reflected vanity |
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So you smoke another cigarette |
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One more thing in life that you'll regret |
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While the wheels continue turning |
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we still believe in sold out learning |
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in the center are these blinded eyes |
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masked by a melted fire out of ice |
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Lost like a heartbeat |
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we will never hear |
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Caught by the house of coldness |
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we all fear |
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and in our blindness we can't see |
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the ghost of all we used to be |