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Tell me why you do the things you do
If I asked you yesterday
Would it be the same as today
What's the point in telling you to say
Okay
What's with all the lying, with all the people trying to be okay
What's the sense in dwelling that all the useless yelling was in vain
Imagine all the people
Imagine if they had it their own way
What is all the purpose
In everyone going Their own way
You can take it your own way
As long is it's the same as my thing
In the case of seeing
Thats all you simple beings
Could say
Could say
What's the use in telling
All you people welling
In your pain
Get up all you people
Take a step out of the drain
You can find your own way
As long it's a part of the same
You said you were a leader but that's not what you're saying today
Today
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Sophomoric
03:28
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We're just funereal people
Postmodern patricide
The gyre of the sepulchral
Orients us towards the other side
There's a faint light in the distance that sets ablaze our destined hearse
And it's beckoning to us
The drive to surpass the summits
A tendency towards the scaffold
Reproach the non-believer
As he decries his dole
There's a faint light in the distance that sets ablaze our destined hearse
And it's beckoning to us
But still we squabble among ourselves to
Keep the numbers down
But it's not quite adding up
And yet we're savages that somehow learned to stray from the comfort of the anarchic brutish state
Becoming discord's slave
Robbing cradles digging graves
Revert back to the culture of the cave
16 years behind the times
Locked up abroad for someone else's crimes
Currently going through customs
Even though I was born on this earth
Phantasmal myriads
Of sane bucolic birth
There's a faint light in the distance that sets ablaze our destined hearse
And it's beckoning to us
But still we squabble among ourselves to
Keep the numbers down
But it's not quite adding up
And yet we're savages that somehow learned to stray from the comfort of the anarchic brutish state
Becoming discord's slave
Robbing cradles digging graves
Revert back to the culture of the cave
And still we're savages that somehow learned to stray from the comfort of the brutish state
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