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Your skull on a network broadcast. |
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Sweaty palms holding a bloody hall pass. |
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Show their faces so they keep on watching. |
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If silence shows up then just talk though it. |
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Endless echoes in a big old hallway we rot in. |
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We report and you die. |
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We even let you speak for us, you worthless piece fo shit. |
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Just shut up. Shut up. Just shut the fuck up. |
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You don't even know what you're saying. |
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I can't think while I'm staring at the screen. |
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Our lifeless trophy, fixated and unaware. |
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Blinded with pride, becoming the enemy. |
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While the amputee salutes and the lynch mob ties their noose. |
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We can't help but drown before the ship even starts to sink. |
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I can't think while I"m staring at the screen. |
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The days turn to weeks, maybe we'll find a way. |
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And I'm not getting sleep. |
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I'm not fucking sleeping. |
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I've ground down my teeth till they're dust. |
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But you need me, I'm telling you this. |
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We'll burn down our house together. Together. |
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We're fucked. |
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Every man for himself. |
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Our currency is ignorance. |
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And we've been doing just fine. |
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We'll keep rewarding ourselves for economic genocide. |
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I can't think while I'm staring at the screen. |
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The days turn to weeks. |
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Maybe we'll find a way. |