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The constant realization of dominance results in fear
Wake-up tired with a mouth full of nothing
Deceived distressed by the truth they've been witholding
Televisionary popular identity
Getting closer to the minute of our gravity
I sometimes ask myself did I speak my mind
Or shut my mouth
Was I a follower a leader insignificant
Mere shadow of a ghost bearing innocence
Constative voices preach
Talk of truth in their political speak
Carry on 'til they're blue in the face
And my point of view has lost it's place
Last things
Did i give nothing in return
Stand up for a cause
Give permission to a mute war
Call me ignorant maybe i was never smart
Like a wolf running high on adrenaline
All the while in the dim with a low hum
Rising up growing loud i can hear them