| Our perception, so limited and so restrained
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| A symptom of our condition
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| Mass confusion, the evidence of staring blind
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| A symptom of our condition
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| But we’re ready, ready to face illusion
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| Ready, ready to survey dark vistas
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| Where forgotten realities have come to the surface
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| New details, inner workings of the machine
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| Ours to discover
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| Lift the veil, give us focus
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| A view flawless, we’re so naive
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| Lift the veil, the faint shading
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| Of the world that we perceive
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| Steady, steady, we won’t shy away
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| Steady, steady, as we face the unveiling
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| Where we see everything anew
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| Enhanced by a new light
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| Mask lifted from the face
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| Of the world we knew
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| It’s all coming clearer
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| Lift the veil, give us focus
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| A view flawless, we’re so naive
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| Lift the veil, the faint shading
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| Of the world that we perceive
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| Have we always viewed our world
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| World subdued out of focus?
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| Have we always looked through broken
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| Broken lenses, broken lenses?
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| Have we let ourselves
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| Be convinced, be convinced
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| That our privilege is justified, ours by right?
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| Ours by right, ours by right
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| Lift the veil, give us focus
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| A view flawless, we’re so naive
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| Lift the veil, the faint shading
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| Of the world that we perceive
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| Lift the veil, give us focus
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| A view flawless, we’re so naive
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| Lift the veil, the faint shading
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| Of the world that we perceive |