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Verse 1
Living in a world
Controlled by
The herd
Taking them

At their word
As they now
Control every
One of ours
Yes every word
To come out 

Of our very mouths
Illusion of individuality
Conformity sold
To the masses
All of us
Everybody
Just so they could 

Have the power
To call themselves
Gods and kings

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All getting old
Worth their weight
In gold

Souls sold
Of the masses

Manipulated
And used
Have already
Lost the battle
Nothing more now
Than brainless cattle

Verse 2
Victims of their own insanity
Brainwashed lunacy
The game
Yes the lie
Of the day
With which
It is they themselves
They are deceiving
With how their own madness
They are perceiving
The signs
They are screaming
While the signal is
As it is always is
Forever sending
But my but herd controlled
And mindless masses

None of it
No not one bit
Is ever received

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