| Nowadays the essential crimes of blue
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| Take place behind closed black doors
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| Unrevealed, at green tables discussed
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| To paint over the grey with colors
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| Their projectors are pointed at you
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| In the want of clearness they’re undisturbed
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| Blinded by the gladly seen light
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| But appearences are deceptive cause they treat us like dirt
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| The cause are too extensive
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| Inference is disincentive
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| The consequences are insignificant
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| Signals too weak and population unobservant
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| We walk with blinkers in the corridor
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| Which is embraced from «causes-consequences-walls»
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| They are immaculated
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| You wear glasses with pink-tinted lenses
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| 'Cause colored pictures set at rest the minds
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| They have an alibi and a clean slate
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| But if you look twice, dirt is what you’ll find
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| They place the beautiful face into the foreground
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| For fear, so you don’t see the flaggelated back
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| The mediums, the «subjective objectivity-support»
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| They hide and seek and thereby break our neck
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| The causes will be rash decided
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| From irresponsibility guided
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| The consequences won’t be prevented
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| No opponents and noone who is reprehended
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| The walls which hug the corridor
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| Have indeed windows and doors
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| But you will be sobered
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| They are walled up
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| Do you know the paradisiac state?
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| A state of programmed end
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| Paradoxical ongoings, ongoings are prevalent
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| Our conduct enforce a day
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| And this day is not pleasant
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| The cause for this «gift» are all the concealed events
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| The day will come when you’re impeached for false pretence
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| And space will be filled with laughter
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| You know the paradisiac state
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| A state of programmed end
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| Paradoxial world, a world in retirement
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| Our conduct is typified, typified for discontent
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| Events are … in concealment |