You take this all for granted.
All the things that used to be you.
By keeping you distracted
Just long enough to bleed you... dry
A reason for your anger,
Itīs what I need, itīs what I need.
To recognize the truth
Itīs what I need, itīs what I need.
So burn your paper Jesus
Itīs what I need, itīs what I need,
And all the things you do,
Itīs what I need, itīs what I need.
Question what they tell you
All the lies that they are teaching,
And theyīve made a corporation
Out of desperate peopleīs feelings... of fear
Somebody chose these words for you.
Interpretations of the truth.
Somewhere behind your fear they hide.
To fill the holes inside.
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