| Every time I walk down the street
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| I want to kill half the people I meet
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| Mindless zombies just running around
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| Like sheep for the slaughter
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| They don’t seem to understand
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| They soil the world with their dirty hands
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| They’re content just to follow along
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| And to take what they’re given
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| I don’t need their condescension
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| I don’t care what they do to me
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| I won’t conform to their conventions
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| This fucked up society
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| («I wouldn’t have a second’s hesitation in blowing your head off right here,
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| right now, in front of you. |
| Now that’s a power you can’t buy — that’s the
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| power of FEAR.» |
| «I'm not afraid of you.» |
| «Cuz you think you got nothing to lose.
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| The losers feed on innocence
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| Like a virus spread their ignorance
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| Isolate, fornicate and consume
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| Without ever evolving
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| They don’t seem to understand
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| They grab at the world with their bratty hands
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| They’re content to follow the crowd
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| And to do what they’re told
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| I don’t need their condescension
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| I don’t care what they do to me
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| I won’t conform to their conventions
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| In this fucked up society
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| You’ve got to come to your senses
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| Break free from the grand design
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| See through their false pretenses
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| See the truth behind their lies
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| («Sometimes — sometimes things just go bad!»)
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| I don’t need their condescension
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| I don’t care what they do to me
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| I won’t conform to their conventions
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| This fucked up society
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| When will you come to your senses
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| Break free from the grand design
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| See through their false pretenses
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| See the truth behind their lies |