I know I have the answers
I’m sure I have the cure
Immaculate cars, pretty dancers
That will thrill you right to the core
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Politicians and media proclaim I am free
Never mind the prison walls all around me
Right wing, left wing flying upon all our backs
Thieving private bankers cover up their tracks
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Within Without
Modern dilemma of dichotomy
Rules the day
Whisperings dotting in the shadows
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Wishing, waiting, and wanted
My photograph in a dossier
Tormented apparition, I am haunted
By the things I see today
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Everywhere, it seems someone has something to tell you
And at every turn, there is someone with something to sell you
But we all go; down our own roads
The truth is a journey through the lies
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One cannot think
And blindly follow
As a horrid potion one must drink
And kindly swallow
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Oh, behold a golden ring
Do you admire such a thing?
Those who sweat out to mine the ore
Remain so gritty, meek, and poor
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We die in our desires
To fulfill many things we wish to do
Yet hope is in the fires
Of which drives our toils and strengthens anew
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Who's behind the mask?
Hidden from view, not taken to task
There have always been things
Which have gotten us ill
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In order to deny elite eye, of all humanity
Means to deny them the weapons of our enmity
Whether by religion, politics, or whatever that divides
For all of them are tools. they use for our suicides
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