| Making circles in the dark to find we're clouded |
| We're lost |
| No use counting on the stars to guide us over it |
| This constant motion |
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| Bright minds resigned to silence, I'm done living through this lens |
| Given the light of solace is all I have |
| By waking up, are we starting over? |
| We're building our defense to avoid making our amends |
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| We're kneeling to the forces that made us powerless |
| We move on and forget |
| Is it possible to not be swept into violence? |
| Why is it just so hard to fight it? Yeah |
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| They'll turn this on its head |
| They'll say you're one of the sheep, placated and on display |
| To blood-soaked lies under a branded cross |
| Remiss to think that I'd be fixated on what you think |
| You're in my way |
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| Temporary lies told by temporary kings |
| If you think that you're beside yourself, you're already ahead |
| By waking up, are we starting over? |
| Rebuilding our defense to avoid making our amends |
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| We're kneeling to the forces that made us powerless |
| We move on and forget |
| Is it possible to not be swept into violence? |
| Why is it just so hard to fight it? |
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| Through all the problems and all the pain |
| When all the answers are all the same |
| We move on and just forget |
| Through all the problems and all the pain |
| When all the answers are all the same |
| We move on |
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| If we could choose to just believe we hold nothing for ourselves |
| Then we could live our lives like one disillusioned with above |
| Or we could rot inside our shells, too scared to face the truth |
| We are slaves to our own laws, so much for the Fist of God |
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| Now that you're gone, I'm questioning everything |
| But I'm convinced of this, you were in my way |
| You were in my way |
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