You take this all for granted. All the things that used to be you. By keeping you distracted Just long enough to bleed you... dry
A reason for your anger, Itīs what I need, itīs what I need. To recognize the truth Itīs what I need, itīs what I need. So burn your paper Jesus Itīs what I need, itīs what I need, And all the things you do, Itīs what I need, itīs what I need.
Question what they tell you All the lies that they are teaching, And theyīve made a corporation Out of desperate peopleīs feelings... of fear
Somebody chose these words for you. Interpretations of the truth. Somewhere behind your fear they hide. To fill the holes inside.
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