Show them violence
There is torment
Behind every smiling face
Overfed, overbred rats in a losing race
Pennies in fountains
Beneath holy mountains
Still water in basins of sick floating faces
Ignorance is not bliss
It's just the burden we drag
The march of the blind
Get in line
Under the shadow of a flag
Once a symbol of hope
Now a tool for tyrants
Bound by the ropes
Once reserved for the violent
Dreamless nights spent staring at ceilings
Complacent in defeat
Numb to the feeling
Stringing memories together
As if they had meaning
There is nothing here worth keeping
There is torment
Behind every smiling face
Overfed, overbred rats in a losing race
Pennies in fountains
Beneath holy mountains
Still water in basins of sick floating faces
Ignorance is not bliss
It's just the burden we drag
The march of the blind
Get in line
Under the shadow of a flag
Once a symbol of hope
Now a tool for tyrants
Bound by the ropes
Once reserved for the violent
Dreamless nights spent staring at ceilings
Complacent in defeat
Numb to the feeling
Stringing memories together
As if they had meaning
There is nothing here worth keeping
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