| Silence is a rope hanging around your neck
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| And I watch you choke on your self-respect
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| Now distortion is my new frame of mind
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| As I stagger through this mine field blind
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| And it just keeps gettin' worse
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| And it feels like hell on earth
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| The angry youth, don’t wanna be the president
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| The angry youth, don’t wanna be the king
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| When it comes to the truth (it don’t mean nothing)
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| Cause nothing means everything to me
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| Now this heavy wagon is too much to drag
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| And it’s ripping me to pieces like a rag
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| And it just keeps gettin' worse
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| And it feels like hell on earth
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| The angry youth, don’t wanna be the president
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| The angry youth, don’t wanna be the king
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| When it comes to the truth (it don’t mean nothing)
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| Cause nothing means everything to me
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| Now they watch you crawl, laughing as you cry
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| Petty tyrants fall if they wait for us to die
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| Silence is their rope, now we’re bound and gagged
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| And our only hope is if it breaks while we are dragged
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| And it just keeps gettin' worse
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| And it feels like hell on earth
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| The angry youth, don’t wanna be the president
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| The angry youth, don’t wanna be the king
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| When it comes to the truth (it don’t mean nothing)
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| Cause nothing means everything to me
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| The angry youth, don’t wanna be the president
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| The angry youth, don’t wanna be the king
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| When it comes to the truth (it don’t mean nothing)
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| Cause nothing means everything to me |