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Within a mechanical pose |
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And a heart pumping a need for control |
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Forced to fit inside a mold |
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Living to dehumanize is gonna take its toll |
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Take it in |
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And let it saturate |
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Under the skin |
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Until you can't even |
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Remember when |
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You first felt the sinking |
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Feeling that |
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Something's missing you |
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Traded for a gun |
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Did we inflate your sense of pride |
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And did it feed your lust for power |
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When you threw us to the ground |
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You took what's ours and sold it back |
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Another day another dollar for this town |
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Your uniform made a perfect burial suit |
