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A vague expression and a silent motive
To take this shithole by the fucking throat
And then it's on our hands
And that's how a new world began
A passing phase of quiet indignation
A molotov to start the conflagration
'Til we've lost our voice
We'll make a joyful noise
And when a penny for your treason
Is worth a thousand more of hollow freedom
The world is feeling twice as cold today
And there's no more disguising this decay
All this shit, I gotta believe
It was an accident, a random chance
Ignorance, intolerance abounding
How could this be a part of any greater plan?
A new discussion of an age-old question
An age-old method towards a new direction
When the going's tough
We'll bite the hand that feeds
Break the fist that abuses
Be the voice of truth in a world so truthless
And juvenile
A stab in the back with a smile
Penny for your treason
Is worth a thousand more of hollow freedom
The world is feeling twice as cold today
And there's no more disguising this decay
All this shit, I gotta believe
It was an accident, a random chance
Ignorance, intolerance abounding
How could this be a part of any greater plan?
Na na na na na
And I'm going hey hey hey hey
The world is feeling twice as cold today
And there's no more disguising this decay
All this shit, I gotta believe
It was an accident, a random chance
Ignorance, intolerance abounding
How could this be a part of any greater plan?
All this shit, I gotta believe
It was an accident, a random chance
Ignorance, intolerance abounding
How could this be a part of any greater plan?