Build my fear of what's out there And cannot breathe the open air Whisper things into my brain Assuring me that I'm insane They think our heads are in their hands But violent use brings violent plans Keep him tied, It makes him well He's getting better, Can't you tell? No more can they keep us in Listen, Damn it, We will win They see it right, They see it well But they think this saves us from our hell

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