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And the parasites |
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That call themselves the pretty ones |
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Licked their lips acknowledging the suffering |
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They had created and yet felt no remorse |
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In between the quiet space |
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Of cold defense and misplaced selfish rage |
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I blame defiantly not like the others that came before |
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We are the ones who can change |
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I love to let you down |
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I love to wear this foolish crown |
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Of suffering and empty dignity |
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For your deity has abandoned me such is vanity |
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The withered parasites are slandering |
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The walls of truth, the wise can see them fall |
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To attain enlightenment |
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The change is whispered on the winds of unjust war |
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I love to let you down |
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I love to wear this foolish crown |
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Of suffering and empty dignity |
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For your deity has abandoned me such is vanity |
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Not like the others that came before |
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We are the ones who can change |
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Not like the hatred that falls away |
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Treading the silence again |
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I love to let you down |
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I love to wear this foolish crown |
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Of suffering and empty dignity |
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For your deity has abandoned me such is vanity |
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Not like the others that came before |
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We are the ones who can change |
