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Habits of the lemmings die hard |
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Patterns of obsession go far |
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Digging ditches so they never see the stars |
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Now all them lessons learned get buried in the yard |
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And ways of the weapon bombard |
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Building mountains of them body bags large |
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Rubbernecking while collision greet your car |
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And you may know your name but don't know who or what you are |
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You're a slave |
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Poised to drink that Kool-Aid suicide |
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Follow don't get left behind |
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Don't think, better do just what they certify |
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You that servant, never choose a side |
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Vassal of the modern times |
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And when it all blows up you duck your head and hide |
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You out there searching for that silver line |
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But sweat has covered up the signs |
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Now that fortune came, but it's gone and it passed you by |
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You plucked your feathers, now you wonder why |
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You can't lift yourself and fly |
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Well in the middle of an ocean no one's hands are dry |
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If that tree fall does it make a sound |
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Can the world stall from the runaround |
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Can a mind think if it's in a crowd |
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Can a soul search if it's never found |
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And can a thing grow when you cut it down |
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Can we all find peace in the here and now |
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You can crawl through the mud with your hands bound |
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But I'll get plenty of that dirt when I'm underground |
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You're a slave |
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You're a slave |
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You're a slave |
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And this a slave ship |
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This a slave ship |
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Shackled in those chains, whipped |
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Pushed until you break, fixed |
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Back into the game quick |
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March along the pavement |
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Earn that meager wage, spit |
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Do just what they say, skip |
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Work until the pain splits |
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Let the haze lift |
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Pull yourself out of that grave pit |
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And consider how you became sick |
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All that labor brought you nothing but your bones sore |
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All that devotion led to nothing but the sweat pours |
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And now they want more |
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Own you to the core |
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Well I don't make laws |
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But I am not yours |
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And this a mob call |
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Let them bricks fall |
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If you want freedom then just take it, what you waiting for |
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Don't let your masters tell you this is how it's done |
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Don't let the wicked fool you, this is how the war is won |
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That mayhem can't continue if the noble don't succumb |
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That forest on fire pave the way to what becomes |
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They tell you disregard the doubts that creeps across your mind |
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They tell you there is simply nothing more for you to find |
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They tell you time to wake up and get back into the line |
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These pyramids don't build themselves, now go resume the grind |
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I tell 'em I don't follow in the footsteps of insane |
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I tell 'em I don't trail along a path with no terrain |
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I tell 'em you can work the fields and bask in all your grain |
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But for one don't live to work, I will not live in vain |
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You're a slave |
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And this a slave ship |
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This twisted culture got you feeding from it's hand |
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But you will lose that food if you don't meet all their demands |
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And loyal is the soldier that gets slaughtered with the lambs |
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Examining the blueprints got you questioning the plans |
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And if a man fall, does it make a sound |
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Will the world stall, from the runaround |
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Does a mind think, when it in a crowd |
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How can a soul search, if it's never found |
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And can a thing breathe if it's always being drowned |
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Can the leaders of the lost forever disavow |
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And you can stare at the sky while you on the ground |
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But I'm a wait until I die to take it lying down |
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This a mob call, let them bricks fall |
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This a mob call, now let them bricks fall |
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This a mob call, let them bricks fall |
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If you want freedom then just take it |
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What you waiting for? |
