| We were raised, we were raised in an era
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| In which the freedom of will is a chimera
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| You think you’re exercising your self determination
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| But you’re putting yourself in line for the self-extermination
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| You think yourself as free
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| But by the time you’re not
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| Cause everything was long since planned
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| Our lives are part of the plot, oh
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| You see the media and this social frenzy
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| The more you pretend to care the more you’re becoming selfish
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| They put ourselves in a position, we no longer reach for
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| We’re unaware but we’re controlled in every single feature
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| They tried to teach us
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| They tried to mold us, for ages
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| But now the books they forced us to read
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| Are all made of blank pages
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| We’ve misplaced this sense of fright
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| But we’re the fire that still burns at night
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| With one bad apple the whole bunch is spoiled
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| Let’s burn this midnight oil
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| We’ve misplaced this sense of fright
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| But we’re the fire that still burns at night
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| With one bad apple the whole bunch is spoiled
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| Let’s burn this midnight oil
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| You think yourself as free
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| But you can’t tell who’s to trust
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| And as soon as you realize it
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| It hits you right in the guts
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| We’ve misplaced this sense of fright
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| But it’s the blind now that’s leading the blind
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| Who’s to trust, what’s to trust
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| It’s a should with a must
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| First we’re spoonfed, then it’s shoved down our throat
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| And we end up thinking we came up with everything on our own
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| On our own
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| The biggest lie we’ve ever been told
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| We’ve misplaced this sense of fright
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| But we’re the fire that still burns at night
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| With one bad apple the whole bunch is spoiled
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| Let’s burn this midnight oil
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| We’ve misplaced this sense of fright
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| But we’re the fire that still burns at night
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| With one bad apple the whole bunch is spoiled
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| Let’s burn this midnight oil |