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...And through all our failed attempts we still proclaim our opinions law, |
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One small step into life and your taken, |
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Taken by a storm of fear, |
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You can't stop the fleeting of the years, |
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I sing a song of myself through the gaze of Narcissus, |
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A reflection of inert violence, |
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As your average American crusading in the name of man, |
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My reality is life in the backseat riding into foreign lands, |
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In my million dollar box of regret, |
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I'll spread disease to protect it, |
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My reality is life in the backseat, |
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Gorging on the blood of nations, gluttonous as I eat myself alive, |
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Heed the call of the Suicide Shepard, |
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When they jump I know I'll follow, |
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Is that our echo screaming down from the tower, now the martyr is your pilot, |
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The Captain is in his quarters, the Navigator's throat is slit, |
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A 7.mile stare with your eyes on the deep, feeding from their trough full of sheep, |
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Proclaiming your opinions law, |
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As your average American, always doing all I can, |
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My reality is life in the backseat, spiraling into the gyre, |
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With me my brand old weapon- It's called my clenched fist |
