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Born from some mother's womb |
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Just like any other room |
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Made a promise for a new life |
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Made a victim out of your life |
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When your time's on the door |
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And it drips to the floor |
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And you feel you can touch |
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All the noise is too much |
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And the seeds that are sown |
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Are no longer your own |
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Just a minor operation |
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To force a final ultimatum |
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Thousand words are spoken loud |
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Reach the dumb to fool the crowd |
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When you walk down the street |
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And the sound's not so sweet |
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And you wish you could hide |
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Maybe go for a ride |
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To some peep show arcade |
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Where the future's not made |
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A nightmare situation |
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Infiltrate imagination |
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Smacks of past holy wars |
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By the wall with broken laws |
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The leaders of men |
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Born out of your frustration |
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The leaders of men |
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Just a strange infatuation |
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The leaders of men |
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Made a promise for a new life |
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No saviour for our sakes |
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To twist the internees of hate |
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Self induced manipulation |
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To crush all thoughts of mass salvation |