| This is what you chose: to kill and be enclosed.
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| Sheltered by the news, 'cause it’s difficult to choose.
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| So let us all decide what you should know,
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| and stay too busy to- keep up with the truth.
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| How about you ignore the world beyond our shores,
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| and leave the rest to me so you won’t feel guilty.
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| See, I’m a guy like you… easily confused…
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| so I stick to my guns, and god tells me where to shoot…
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| And angels guide the bombs straight to guilty homes,
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| so when they hit a child, he was probably in the wrong.
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| To you they look the same, one threat with different names,
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| and as long as we’re at war, I can count on your support.
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| So keep going to church, keep worshipping words,
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| immerse yourself in work, you’ll get what you deserve.
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| Put a fake smile on your face, and find someone to hate,
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| 'cause they need your control, and they deserve the blame.
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| See, it’s easier that way, you never have to feel,
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| and you can close your eyes inside your house upon the hill,
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| and never have to look into their crying eyes,
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| that wonder why your heart belongs to phantoms in the sky.
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| Instead of your fellow man, who you sentence to die,
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| they wonder why your heart belongs to phantoms in the sky.
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| Instead of your brothers and sisters who you sentence to die,
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| they wonder why your heart belongs to phantoms in the sky… |