| Each time the air around you turns red
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| If you look deep inside your head
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| You’ll see violent storms and lightning bolts
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| Within the circle that you drew
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| There’s many circles spinning you
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| And every turn they take will wind you up
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| Yo
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| The globes getting warmer
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| Our hearts getting colder
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| The net reaches so far
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| But can’t bring us closer
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| They made you a smoker
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| Who drinks Coca-Cola
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| You paid for that privilege
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| But you’re scared of Ebola
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| Scared of the ISIS
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| The Middle Eastern crisis
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| Now everybody is gassed up
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| We’ve forgotten what the price is
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| Cause everyday it rises
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| Along with tensions and vices
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| So I’m adding the prices for attacking your life
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| Don’t understand it how we can live on a planet this lifeless
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| Each time the air around you turns red
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| If you look deep inside your head
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| You’ll see violent storms and lightning bolts
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| Within the circle that you drew
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| There’s many circles spinning you
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| And every turn they take will wind you up
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| When the dog would bark they let him bark
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| But one day he bit so they put him down
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| One man’s smile is another man’s frown
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| Tension plagues my town
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| They wanna keep us dumb
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| Filled with hate whether you’re old or young
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| And so it’s up to you to feel the sun
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| Free your mind from the shackles of ignorance
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| Cause written rebellion intertwined
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| I see in your eyes you’re distant, why?
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| You been in cahoots with simple minds
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| And any confine has left you blind
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| I know you’re kind, I’m just like you
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| The chip on my shoulder distorts my view
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| I’ve been deceived by the longest snake
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| And the fastest rat, so what you gonna do?
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| Each time the air around you turns red
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| If you look deep inside your head
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| You’ll see violent storms and lightning bolts
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| Within the circle that you drew
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| There’s many circles spinning you
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| And every turn they take will wind you up
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| What you know about the darkness?
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| Where them snakes at, and them shark lives
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| And them narc picks, move like fish
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| And them young dogs
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| It’s colder air
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| Polar bear in this arctic
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| Where the hatred runs through my vein
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| And intoxicates like arsenic
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| But that’s only the half-shit
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| Got my spark passed
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| Get my heart gripped
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| And got torn into half bits
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| Half my mind went half skits
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| Was in half a mind to show
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| But half the time I got on my grind
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| And now I gotta go on
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| From them black clouds
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| To them packed crowds
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| From that red mist
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| To that carpet
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| For them grey skies
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| As that toke
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| To that golden egg
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| In that basket
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| So I roll ahead and stay calm
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| Can’t spend my life behind bars
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| Is irony cause I be stuck in pen
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| With a pen that I’ma write bars with
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| Each time the air around you turns red
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| If you look deep inside your head
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| You’ll see violent storms and lightning bolts
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| Within the circle that you drew
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| There’s many circles spinning you
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| And every turn they take will wind you up
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| Oh yeah
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| Oh yeah |