The Same Replies
Its taken us over
This doesn't feel the same
Crossing the borders
They're calling out your names
They're taking everyone
Fitting them crosses
Leave them to die in the front lines
The same strange replies
You're seeing the powers rise above our heads
They're giving the orders
Your women and children first.
Its always the same thing turning around
And its all in the name of something
These things they know they control you by
The same, lame, strange,
Hollowed out replies
Youre getting the same strange replies
They'll make you feel ashamed to even wonder why.
And its the same thing turning around and
turning around and turning around and turning
The prophecies they spoke of became a trance.
The prophecies they spoke of became a trance.
Just turn it off
Well its the same thing turning around and turning around and turning.
The same thing turning around and turning around
So take it upon yourself...
You're getting those same strange replies.
The prophecies they spoje if hecame a trance
And its the same thing turning around and turning around
Whoever you think you are...
You're spreading those same strange replies.
Just turn it off.
This doesn't feel the same
Crossing the borders
They're calling out your names
They're taking everyone
Fitting them crosses
Leave them to die in the front lines
The same strange replies
You're seeing the powers rise above our heads
They're giving the orders
Your women and children first.
Its always the same thing turning around
And its all in the name of something
These things they know they control you by
The same, lame, strange,
Hollowed out replies
Youre getting the same strange replies
They'll make you feel ashamed to even wonder why.
And its the same thing turning around and
turning around and turning around and turning
The prophecies they spoke of became a trance.
The prophecies they spoke of became a trance.
Just turn it off
Well its the same thing turning around and turning around and turning.
The same thing turning around and turning around
So take it upon yourself...
You're getting those same strange replies.
The prophecies they spoje if hecame a trance
And its the same thing turning around and turning around
Whoever you think you are...
You're spreading those same strange replies.
Just turn it off.
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