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We're losing the battle
And herded like cattle
We choose not to meddle
With no scores to settle
Where once things had mattered
Then those dreams shattered
They gave us the kingdom
At the cost of our freedom

Heaven is dead like me
Heaven is dead like me
These open sores don't hurt anymore
I played along
They said it was wrong
They said it was wrong

Something's in the medicine
And I think you know why
They complicate the innocent
And motivate our cry
Empty is the feeling that we emulate
Broken is the reason that we populate

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