| We rely on subtle points
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| And stabs at biting humor
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| To reveal our tired roles
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| Of slave and domination
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| Who did you enlighten today
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| Humiliate to sell your point of view
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| Create an image for mass consumption
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| Insecurity as intellect
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| See your soul in your eyes
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| Hope your trophies will not mind
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| I’m sick of this grain of salt
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| That I must take you with
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| I want to lash out
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| But I bite my lip
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| The talk gets older and the lines get stale
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| Your chance at godliness has already failed
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| You can’t deny
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| Your thirst and drive
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| For your time in the spotlight
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| Why are you so damned sure that you shut your friends out
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| I have learned to shut out every hateful word
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| You’ll never see the friends you’ve lost
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| From behind your transparent mask
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| I haven’t grown to hate you
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| I’ve just grown to forget you
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| You label me class, rank and station
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| Your intellectual masturbation
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| You’re absolutely intoxicated
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| By your own mouth running in circles
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| Your tongue always tends to lose it
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| Every chance you get you abuse it
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| You have now spent a lifetime
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| Killing time
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| Killing time
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| Tow the line
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| But you’re eager, withdraw and I’ll follow you
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| Though you’re quick to act
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| Like a threat
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| To make others feel so small
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| The thought that you repeat
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| And the letter that you scream
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| Before that you were killing time
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| In time
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| I’m sick and tired of your reaction
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| I’m sick and tired of your reaction
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| I’m sick and tired of your reaction
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| Why don’t you shut the fuck up
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| When you discover just how easy it is to impress
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| Without demanding all the attention for no reason
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| Maybe you’ll believe me
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| Your own will to power has come back to haunt you
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| Your own will to power has come back to haunt you |