Trained to follow, our lives are hollow
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Straight and narrow, confined and shallow
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Stop and take a look in the mirror that's you my friend the uniform displays your fears
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When you don't even agree with half the shit they say, will you be a fucking sheep and follow suit anyway?
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We hid behind our frames, why am I so strange
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To wear our hearts on our sleeves
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Try to undress your formalities and rip your souls from the silence within yourself Acknowledge we're living in some seperate reality because the poison was implanted under your skin
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Stop this is wrong, I have eyes, I can see, the image is burning me
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Don't trust the system that has raised you, form infant souls to the pinnacles of society
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We're so proud of our tastes but the waste is what's bringing me down
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Stop this is wrong, I have eyes, I can see, the end in front of me
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Cause there's always something that manages to explain
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There's always something so let's redirect the blame
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When the words mean nothing they're only getting in the way
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I'm ashamed
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And afraid to use our minds, paid to hide our eyes
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Stop and take a look in the mirror, that's you my friend the uniform confirms my fears
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When you don't even agree with half the shit they say will you be a fucking sheep and follow suit anyway?
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Uniforms
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