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Bah with the Bah
Your political view is breathtaking
When it comes to repeating,
You're a master.
Manipulated by fear, hate and disaster
They pull your strings
I watch you sing
You claim they're your thoughts
But I just heard them off your tv
It's everywhere
Asses planted in couches
Pretending to care
Uneducated opiate addicts
Regurgitating in masses
And when the tragic happens
They find us lost...
...zapped to screens just like moths
It's left me cold and dead inside
Watching buried heads waiting to hide
Rapid hourglass of quick sand
Pretending to give a damn
Who gives a fuck?
Not us
Robots questioning my sentience
More plots that can't form a sentence
And if I call them sheep
It's not even unique
A million blinks before they think
A million mindless stares, unaware
They point fingers everywhere the same
They hold mirrors up without the shame
Defense mechanisms to hide the hate
We can't admit that we relate
When truth dies to the flame
It'll be just another day
Another day we sat to waste
Inaction praying for a change
Pat your own back in praise...
We're the only ones to blame
When it comes to repeating,
You're a master.
Manipulated by fear, hate and disaster
They pull your strings
I watch you sing
You claim they're your thoughts
But I just heard them off your tv
It's everywhere
Asses planted in couches
Pretending to care
Uneducated opiate addicts
Regurgitating in masses
And when the tragic happens
They find us lost...
...zapped to screens just like moths
It's left me cold and dead inside
Watching buried heads waiting to hide
Rapid hourglass of quick sand
Pretending to give a damn
Who gives a fuck?
Not us
Robots questioning my sentience
More plots that can't form a sentence
And if I call them sheep
It's not even unique
A million blinks before they think
A million mindless stares, unaware
They point fingers everywhere the same
They hold mirrors up without the shame
Defense mechanisms to hide the hate
We can't admit that we relate
When truth dies to the flame
It'll be just another day
Another day we sat to waste
Inaction praying for a change
Pat your own back in praise...
We're the only ones to blame
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