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Let fall pretense and distance

Let rage, the failure inside

Left to instinctual forces

As it rides the hours

Take it to the end of a false beginning

What is lost to society

Break into the fortress holding us down

Lost in reality

Make true resistant progress

Against a future to hold

Regress is not in the system

As the hours burn

Break the waves of a force incoming

What is lost to society

Let us out, let us out

Let us out

We must go to the end of our dependence

Light the fire, take the fall

We must go to rid us of our wants now

The state of being on the line

Conditional

This state of being, complicit with the cause

Interdependence broken

Our reality is altered

Through the fault of our own

Our reality is shifting

Conditional

We must go to the end of our dependence

Light the fire, take the fall

We must go to rid us of our wants now

The state of being on the line

We must go to the end

Light the fire

Take the fall

We must got to the end

This state of being

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