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Maybe you just don't think you need us… You'll beat us with your genius Maybe you think that if you see us… You'll really start to need us But the things we say won't go away They're the light of truth in your conscious lies They're the backlash you feel as you run away They're the chance of hell behind your eyes And the things your not man enough to say Maybe you think that if you feed us… You'll be too small to beat us But the things we say won't go away They're the light of truth in your conscious lies They're the backlash you feel as you run away They're the chance of hell behind your eyes And the things your not man enough to say Your mind's not your own to own It's a cold black hole Your mind's not your own, it's blown To the nil you've known You're mind's not your own to own In the end your role Is to play a righteous drone in a clay fish bowl |