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You can sue me for malpractice |
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every single time I jack this. |
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'cause the lower I go, the less I wanna know |
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about the truth that rips through me like a bullet. |
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You feel the trigger and then pull it and figure |
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I was an irritant of something irrelevant, |
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you could ignore by locking the door or more |
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switching over to another station. |
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A towering monument to disinformation |
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beaming out on the current frequency |
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propaganda written out on the pages daily. |
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I see the system as it crumbles before me, |
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propaganda written out on the pages daily. |
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I see the system as it crumbles before me, |
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I see the system as it dies. |
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All I check is all I see, here before me... |
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All I check is all I see, here before me... |
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All I check is all I see is this: |
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CONDITIONING. |
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(Eject the program(me), reject the power) |
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(Let the nature flow, let the colour flower) |
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The hi-tech hypnosis |
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leads us straight to the late-night psychosis. |
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Cold symmetrical thoughts flow out like shards of ice |
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a paradise, a rich spice. |
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It's radiating a glow so let it flow, go, go |
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It's radiating a glow so let it flow, c'mon c'mon, go |
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let that shit go. |
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Don't pull the wool over my eyes, you wool-puller |
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I hear your tone, I know exactly what you're full of. |
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Language is a virus, |
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Man is a violence, |
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I stand in defiance, |
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my Spirit is my science. |
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I know all about the powers of social control, |
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so find another pigeon for your pigeon hole. |
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Burn my body, sell my name, |
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hang me high in the hall of fame. |
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What's gone wild will never get tame |
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and every blow just fans a flame. |
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Conditioned for the street meat and for the top |
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told us, sold us, they won't stop. |
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Put all their piggy-pennies in their piggy-bank so |
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they can consume you wherever they go. |
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Talk like a sit-com, eat your "Whopper", |
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I won't be another "Happy Shopper". |
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Be a good boy, ignore the facts you know you'll feel much better. |
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Bow before the God, we'll suck you dry and send your Mom a letter. |
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What do we have to do to make you touch it to make you feel it? |
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You've been altered and you can't conceal it. |
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Press the button to eject |
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from the cartoon frame of mind that won't connect. |
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Press the button to eject |
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from the cartoon frame of mind that won't connect. |
