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Rain falls in a sedative form
Soaking the masses
Form warm
A means of addiction
Will be your means
Of power
Grounded with submission
So we won't
Seek the truth
Clear the smoke
From my eyes
Clean the toxins from my... mind
For today
Try to escape
This disease
We can't flee
Give us your habits
Medicine our thoughts
Let us play this game
In which we already lost
Set up
Must fold
Set up
Kill your control
Fall
Writer(s): Rob Moran
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