Lyrics
And the higher ones recite their teachings, and the lower ones listen, lacking the choice. This has been the way since anyone can remember, and we are forced to agree. Oblivious or not, the rule is always the same: accept what you're given. this course will suit you; you'll see. Submitting to this power throws an insult at ourselves, but the starting gun is fired, and we reluctantly oblige. Some of us want out; some of us need to remove ourselves. This route is not for me, but you've designed it well. Is it really too late? Made it difficult, you've thought this through. Is it really too late? Are we unsaveable? The lice that crave freedom are denied the choice - as we are taught that you are the host we cannot survive without. Our blood is your blood. Then we don't share the same blood group! I'm afraid I've travelled too far down your track. I must have missed that vital turning to one side. Is it really too late? Are we unsaveable? Show me the window. I want out. I don't like this lack of control.
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