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Terror is not a new weapon, throughout history it has been used by those Who could not prevail, but inevitably they fail Either because men are not afraid to die for a life worth living Or because the terrorists themselves came to realize that free men cannot be frightened by threats All these secrets, subservience Forbidden knowledge, hysteria But there's something that is scarier We're cattle to something much more superior But go, but go, but go, but go, but go But go continue the rat race Shake my hand, spit in my face Slit my throat and have a taste I'm a number after all Like animals with hierarchy This whole things is a mockery Tell me, is this what it's supposed to be? The universe is laughing Ah, ooh, ah, ooh Question the power that they have over you Question the power that they have over you All these secrets, subservience Forbidden knowledge, hysteria But there's something that is scarier We're cattle to something much more superior All these secrets, subservience Forbidden knowledge, hysteria But there's something that is scarier We're cattle to something much more superior So what if we don't see eye to eye? It seems we have no patience In this world, we can only fear There's something to be seen Cancerous deities killing me It's killing me
Writer(s): Thomas Barber, Zachary Jones, Stephen Rutishauser, David Flinn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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