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Wading through the oceans of minced dreams |
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while they puke some little pieces of |
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surreal truth to feed the stupid crowd |
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The endless kiss of him that made them proud |
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so the rigid lens gives you |
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the perfect view |
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into the heated |
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heart of bloody polished steel |
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and |
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as they started dancing (on mutilated humanity) |
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you can hear them paying homage to their |
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unknown fear |
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See what we have given you |
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See what we can do for you |
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We just do what we are told |
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We must do what we are told |
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for religion we are sold |
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We just do what we are told |
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for religion we are sold |
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all we touch is dead and cold |
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And while they exorcise what they believe |
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always flagging honour and justice |
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vindication for their blinded greed |
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so that you can play the innocent |
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'cause you learned how to behave |
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in a |
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virtuell world that's |
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full of mutilated dreams |
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and |
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as they started dancing (on mutilated humanity) |
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you can hear them paying homage to their |
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unknown fear |
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See what we can give for you |
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See what we have done for you |
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all we have is here before you |
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accept our lives, we must implore you |