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I feel like the slave to a circle of chosen thieves Where the jaded heart is priceless And hell bent on world domination Where to surrender is to survive They're like the royal breed of vermin Fighting over the corpse of happiness Then, like disenchanted leeches They suck the beauty out of everything Now that the great mystery has evaporated And dragged out into the light I see through it all now I shudder at the thought of what I've become Now that I'm exposed Now that I'm exposed I feel violated I feel violated This my sense of reason My reason Better shed my skin Oh yeah And bury these, Bury these Bury these Bury these Bury these useless wounds Oh yeah Beneath the roadways of America Of America Of America Better shed my skin Bury these useless wounds Beneath the roadways of America