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 Setting son you feel you've won, but your game is lost for sureOblivious to the obvious man your kickin' down, wreckin' the wrong door
 Well I'm the same old son who forgot to hold on to
 That which gave the power to let go
 Too busy trying to crumble the laws of man
 With your black lined lungs and your bread and cheese
 The canary saves your life
 And I've been there before, I'm wasting my time again.
 As the scars turn into lessons boy you've been robbed
 The bodies fell right through boy didn't you expect them to
 Molly is screaming 'Let me out!' as the boss blacks out the window
 Noises from the ground shake to the bone
 Stimulants, excuses, bite the hand that wipes your ass,
 And bitch until its time for me to go
 Come on Prometheus take our fire
 The Gods will rest unassured
 The books are there for our consumption
 Now the the ashes are scattered on the floor
 Get up, get off your horse boy you're nothing special
 
 
		
		
	
 
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