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There's a point to make |
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That sometimes goes unheard |
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Like the blood in your veins |
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You often forget |
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What we are is a species on the brink |
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Who'll be left to pick our bones clean |
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And the vultures swarm high above |
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Ready to feed of the last of us |
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Sacrificial lambs |
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Lead to the slaughter |
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We eat the shit |
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They feed us everyday |
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When there's one great idea amongst the rest |
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They try their best to put it back in its place |
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And the vultures swarm high above |
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Ready to feed of the last of us |
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So carve me up and hold me down |
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I'm not done speaking my mind |
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They said it wouldn't hurt one bit when they brought us to the brink |
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They said it wouldn't hurt one bit |
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Extinction, it's on our minds |