| The fear plants tears of misery
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| The profiteers, the mercenaries
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| Do you really know what you see, or is it all for show?
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| Why are we living in despair?
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| Knives and guns and bombs
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| Knives and guns and bombs
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| Knives and guns and bombs
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| It’s the same old wrong
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| Like a monster as big as the moon
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| A formula in which they all consume
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| I now see the twisted legions lost in greed
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| And I see so many twisted demons on TV
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| Money makes their world go round
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| They weave their webs without a sound
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| Malice makes their world go round
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| They weave their webs without a sound
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| The spiral twists into a seed
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| They shape the end for you and me
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| Paranoia some may say
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| But I know they are there, to my disdain
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| Humans of this Earth
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| Why focus on path?
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| Have we not learnt a thing?
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| Why let those demons win?
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| Like a monster as big as the moon
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| A formula in which they all consume
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| I now see the twisted legions lost in greed
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| And I see so many (of) the twisted legions on the street
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| Money makes their world go round
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| They weave their webs without a sound
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| Money makes their world go round
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| They weave their webs without a sound
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| I turned the news on, it was all bad
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| Always seems to be
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| I ended up diving into a painting of a mushroom house
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| With technicolor waterfalls
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| The flower beings then flapped their wings
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| The clouds would glow and rained would sing
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| Then I fall right back to Earth on, no!
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| Yea the bright is so bright now, but the dark is an end to all
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| You believe what you believe
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| And continue battling on through
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| (paranoid voices)
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| I see us falling, right now, I seen us falling, climb back now!
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| We need to climb now! |
| We need to climb back now
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| Like a monster as big as the moon
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| A formula in which they all consume
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| I now see the twisted legions lost in greed
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| And I see so many (of) the twisted legions on the street
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| Money makes their world go round
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| They weave their webs without a sound
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| Money makes their world go round
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| They weave their webs without a sound |