F#m B Thru the rhythm of darkened times F#m B Painted black by knowledge crimes F#m B And repetitions pointless mimes F#m B instilling values the sick define F#m B That keeps the fabric that keeps you bind F#m B and ties your hands and cloaks your mind F#m B But on my stilts, I'm above the slime F#m B F#m B Come on, well, if you can make the climb, but who am I? F#m B F#m Who am I? Who am I? F#m B I've smelt the stench from the fumes that rise F#m B From the books that rehash the same old lies F#m B I felt the panic that they disguise F#m B in the forms of laws of every size F#m B I've heard the teachers whine and make me drop out like flies F#m B But you know they teach you nonsense, cause they can't blind your eyes F#m B I've seen the fools gold that they pawn off as the prize F#m B F#m B To the average standard the norm supplies, but where am I? F#m B F#m B Where am I? Where am I? G#m C# G#m C# You've gobbled all the blessings they caused you to digest G#m C# They may be hard to swallow, but they keep your tongue depressed G#m C# Your scattered whims were born to depressed G#m C# So when something slams your chest G#m C# You flutter about, you're sleek distressed G#m C# And when you stop to ease your breast G#m C# A scattered rim leaves you obsessed G#m C# C# White solid thoughts are soon supressed, but where are you? G#m C# C# OHHHHHHHHH Where are you? HEY! Where are you?
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