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Build my fear of what's out there
And cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane
They think our heads are in their hands
But violent use brings violent plans
Keep him tied, It makes him well
He's getting better, Can't you tell?
No more can they keep us in
Listen, Damn it, We will win
They see it right, They see it well
But they think this saves us from our hell
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