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Can you see the blinded masses?
Can you hear deafness of the Earth?
Do you smell the scent of vastness?
Do you know the whole of a mind's worth?

Can you put a price on it?
Can you take away the pain?
Do you think it's cause we hate it?
Do you think it takes away their fame?

Can you put me in prison?
I'm in a country that's not yours?
Do you care for my visions?
Or only care for your wars.

Whether they put it all on paper.
Or they make it on the screen.
Their life's career on a wager.
Pass your bill, see what I mean.

You can't copyright their vision.
You can't copyright my own.
You can't copyright our mission.
You can't copyright a soul.

Do you sift through a thousand pages?
Searching for a perfect gem.
Paintings from the minds of sages.
Straight from the soul of all of them.

Can you even see our faces?
Just open up the book.
They're in a million places.
Just take a second look.

How can you call us deviant?
And yet take away our art.
You've always shown you're lenient.
Why tear that image apart?

How can you curse the modern man?
And take away his whole world.
What will happen, you can't even understand.
It will affect every boy and girl.

You can't copyright their vision.
You can't copyright my own.
You can't copyright our mission.
You can't copyright a soul.

You can't copyright our sorrow.
You can't copyright our love.
You can't copyright tomorrow.
You've copyrighted enough.

These things they aren't just mindless.
They're a world that empowers.
These things become so timeless.
They are made of encounters.

These dreams become a mirror.
They're broken by the fist.
And yet it all is clearer.
When you shatter the mist.

As the cobra spits.
And the acorn splits.
And the whole world fits.
You fall in the pits.

And as you fell.
Say your farewell.
Falling down the well.
Welcome to your hell.

As the meltdown hits.
And you're torn to bits.
You're stuck in the blitz.
When the cobra spits.

And your soul to sell.
As you toll the bell.
And you just can't tell.
You're under a spell.

You can not take away our lives.
You know this much is true.
You can't make us eat razor knives.
The world would fire at you.

These things are all that many know.
To kill them is a crime.
These things make your whole country grow.
You're sitting on stolen time.

You can't copyright their vision.
You can't copyright my own.
You can't copyright our mission.
You can't copyright a soul.

You can't copyright our sorrow.
You can't copyright our love.
You can't copyright tomorrow.
You've copyrighted enough.